Novel & Cerita Erotica Lesbian Stories

The contrast was exquisite: the smooth, wet heat of her mouth on Nick, the firm, dry friction of her hand on Hal. Then she felt Lee step closer, his cock brushing her other arm. The unspoken request was clear. More. She shifted, turning her head to take Hal into her mouth, his girth a new, delicious challenge for her lips. At the same time, her left hand found Nick again, stroking him, while her right hand reached for Lee. She was the axis they spun around, a creature of pure sensation, servicing them, worshipped by them, lost in a symphony of groans and ragged breath. But they wanted more.

Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure. “You’re gonna cum on my fingers first,” he ordered. “Then I’m going to bend you over and wreck you.” Lia shattered. Her first orgasm with someone else ripped through her like lightning. She clamped down on his fingers, gushing around them as she moaned his name loud enough that anyone passing by might hear. Ethan didn’t give her time to recover. He spun her around, pressing her front against the cold tiled wall. He yanked her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties down her legs. They caught on one ankle as he kicked her feet apart.

‘Until him, sex for me had been all clumsy boys, a lot of heavy breathing, inexperienced penises, premature ejaculation and crushed breasts,’ Karen said, her inner core tingling and moistening as she watched this brazen foreplay. Had Tony and Armina been lovers? Hot images of them fucking right there in the middle of the restaurant ripped through her mind. Or in the sanctum, perhaps? Maybe he had shown Armina the cartoons, sharing an upsurge of excitement leading to coition? ‘I know. Been there. Done that. It’s enough to turn a girl lesbian.’ Armina, cool as a mountain stream, wriggied her toes against Tony’s cock and then withdrew them. ‘Even is she wasn’t already inclined that way,’ Tony p

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The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

"You like her, don't you?" "One of these days, I'll put you in a jar and pickle you along with the rest of the olives," I said, but she just grinned. Olive glanced back at Charlotte, who was taking out her camera from her bag. "I bet she has feelings for you, Darci," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Are we here to practice or talk about straight girls?" I said. "How do you know she's straight?" "Hello, look at her!" I said.

We came almost together, gasping into each other's mouths, bodies pressed close, legs tangled. Later, after we had caught our breath a second time, Clara reached into the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a curved glass toy. She raised an eyebrow at me in silent question. I nodded. She coated the toy and settled between my legs again. The cool glass pressed against my entrance and then slid inside, filling me in a way her fingers hadn't. She worked it in and out slowly while her mouth returned to my clit. The dual sensation was almost too much. I clutched at the sheets, hips lifting to meet every thrust.

Anna kept licking me through every wave until I was shaking and oversensitive, almost whimpering. She uncuffed one wrist, rolled us, and pulled me on top of her so our wet cunts pressed together. She gripped my ass hard and forced the friction, our clits sliding with every deep grind of our hips. We moved against each other, kissing messily, until I came a third time, grinding down, and she followed with a low broken sound against my neck. Anna traced a slow line down my stomach, her fingers still shiny with me. “You’re still going to write the story, aren’t you?”

She grabbed my breasts and squeezed as she came and I loved the feeling of her hands on my tits even if she did squeeze harder than perhaps, I would have liked. The knickers finally gave in as their batteries finally ran out. The assistant wasted no time in removing them and discarding them. Her hands quickly made their way to my wet and waiting cunt. I moaned with pleasure as her long tender fingers quickly found my clitoris and twirled it and pressed it. I wriggled and writhed as she controlled my entire body from just one tiny button. Her neat pussy rubbing against my embarrassingly hairy unkempt pubic hair jungle. I gasped as she grinded into my pussy making my clitoris scream. I smirked

Emma lay beside us on the desk, watching with wide eyes and rubbing her clit. "Tell me how much you love your dad's cock," I growled, spanking Lila again. "I love it!" Lila cried out. "Your thick cock feels so good in my pussy. Don't stop, please!" I kept thrusting, switching my gaze between both girls. Emma reached over and pinched Lila's nipple, earning a sharp moan. My balls tightened as I fucked Lila deeper, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. "More," I said, pulling Lila's hair. "Both of you are mine tonight."