Femboy Vore Romane & Geschichten

"It's not a date...it is a friendly date, just a token of appreciation I bet on my own I'd still be asking around" "Okay, although you don't have to do that. Am just helping the same way you'd have if I were in the same position" "I insist" "Stubborn too, let's go," she said holding my hand. It felt good to hold him. The bad part about it was the eyes fixed on us. Lilly was pretty, she was worth staring at the whole day, her hair was copper-brownish, shiny, and long tacked behind her ears and cascading down her shoulders like giant waterfalls. Light skinned you'd think she used milk as lotion, twinkling bean-shaped eyes with a blue iris, dark eyebrows with countable eyelashes, a slanting nos

she irked her brow smiling flirtatiously now. Kane forced himself to look away, "you are looking for someone you can call a booty call later?" "Hey! Come on man, I don't call girls booty call, I mean I don't have someone special. I prefer to call it, a trip to the heaven" she winked.

’ He plonked a bag of boys’ briefs on the table and continued, ‘These are specially made to accommodate the female arse, but give easy access through the bloke’s undies bit. I looked so baffled, he went quickly on, in his attempt to clarify things. ‘The thing is, they open really easily at the front, without exposing the strap mechanism. If he has to struggle – or is it a she?’ ‘MYOFB,’ was my curt reply. Why do these blokes want a window on my sex life? Silly question. There is a voyeur lurking in us all. ‘As I was saying.’ He stopped and stammered. ‘What was I saying?’

Feyre’s POV I stared at the rigid sex toy in front of me and blushed. All around me, girls were fiddling with theirs, practicing stroking and licking and the seemingly impossible task of putting those things down their throats. Judging by the large, flesh-colored organ on my own workbench, I was clearly expected to do the same thing. I could barely even look at it, much less touch it and make the same choking, gagging sounds the other girls were doing. I stared at my feet, willing the ground to open and give me respite from my embarrassment.

There would be no denying the fact that her words alone made him harder than steel, the tent in his shorts abundantly obvious as he instantly admitted defeat. Young she-wolves, tiny little things that were easily broken were his favorite, and Wren was that fantasy in the flesh. Barely five foot and with no hips to speak of, her tiny breasts were little more than nipples. Clearly she didn't entirely understand the Breeding Rooms and their dynamic, as she was dressed in a pleated black silk skirt that covered nothing, and a black fishnet blouse over a barely there red leopard bralette.

“Nope. Sex should have been enough for you.” “It’s never enough. Cuddling after sex is.” “You can cuddle but no foreplay? You are a weird one.” “Weirdo is my name.” “Okay. So that’s what I’m supposed to call you?” “Yeah.” He kisses my neck and takes the comb from me. “Let me help you with that.” “No.” I grab the comb from him. “What tomboy? You don’t want me touching your hair?” “Yeah. I will do it on my own.”

ARIA The collar felt heavier than it looked. Thick black leather, discreet enough to pass as edgy fashion during the day but with a small silver ring in front where Vesper clipped the leash. I stood in their warehouse again the next afternoon, heart hammering so hard I could taste it. A small remote-controlled egg vibrator buzzed low inside my pussy on the lowest setting—just enough to keep me wet and aching. No panties under the short sundress. The hem barely covered my ass.

Trigger Warnings: Female Dominance (Femdom), cuckolding, financial domination (findom), breath play, spanking, edging, and explicit language. Vesper The air in my private dungeon was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the metallic tang of ozone from the nearby shock collars. I sat on my velvet throne, my legs crossed, the heel of my Louboutin pressing firmly into the center of Toby's chest. Toby-my dedicated little pay pig-was exactly where he belonged: on his knees, shivering with a mixture of terror and agonizing arousal.

She got back up and started licking her body, leaving hickeys all over her. Ray was breathing heavily and kept looking at Ava, even though she had reached her limit already, she was hungry for more. Ava noticed it too and pecked on her lips before she got up again and looked at the toys that were lying beside them. They were mostly vibrators or dildos. She picked up a strap-on dildo and wrapped it around her waist. It was huge and Ray started at it with hungry eyes. "Fill me in..." She said and laid back again. Ava smirked for this girl didn't know what she was stepping into.