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Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

Her hands slid between their bodies, finding Cassie’s throbbing clit, circling it slow, then faster, until Cassie was gasping, grinding down, so close she could taste it. “Come for me,” Jess whispered. “Come on, baby.” And Cassie did — with a broken cry, nails digging into Jess’s shoulders, body trembling as pleasure crashed over her. This was what she needed, every weekend she'd scroll through tinder looking for hot lesbians like her, she wouldn't give her real name or anything about herself. She could just have the sex she enjoyed in secret and continue lying to everyone that she was straight. No won would find out. For a long moment, they lay tangled, sweaty, hearts racing in sync. Jess k

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

Chapter 15 (Lesbian x Threesome.) Mia’s POV I don’t even know how to start this without sounding like a complete mess. Maybe because I am. Lori and I were walking across the hallway that afternoon with our fingers intertwined as we were laughing loudly about some stupid article in that Teenage magazine she swears by even though I had no interest in them. She said they were something about pastel nails, bbls and the biggest tea about the top power lesbian couples.

Lena rode my face, grinding her clit against my tongue while Max pounded me. They used me together, passing me back and forth like their personal toy. Max flipped me onto all fours. Lena lay beneath me in a 69 position, licking my clit while Max fucked me from behind. The double sensation, her soft tongue and his thick cock, made me cum so hard my vision blurred. Max reached for something on the nightstand. A small pink vibrator. He turned it on and pressed it firmly against my clit while continuing to thrust into me. “Oh fuck!” I screamed, the vibrations pushing me into another intense orgasm. My whole body shook as I squirted around his cock, soaking the sheets.

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

JULIA When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.

She laughed, low and mean, and kept grinding. They switched positions without ever giving me a break. Mrs. Carter lay back and pulled me on top of her in a messy sixty-nine while her husband fucked me from behind he fucked me dirty. Every thrust pushed my face harder into her wet folds. She sucked on my clit while I licked hers, two fingers pumping into her, until she came on my tongue with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around my head. Then they put me on my back.

Dozens of versions of her, in colors and shadows and light. The critics called it obsession on canvas. Some praised it as genius, the rawest art Damien had ever produced. Others muttered about impropriety, about boundaries blurred, about a muse consumed. Lena read the leaked reviews with trembling hands. Part of her felt exposed, stripped bare for the world. Another part, the part Damien had awakened felt powerful. Desired. Immortalized. When Damien saw the leak, he didn’t flinch. He only looked at Lena. “Let them see,” he said. “Let them know. They’ll never understand, but they’ll know you’re mine.”

“Now ride him. His face. While he’s still soaked.” Liane dropped, mounted Gabriel’s face, and cried out as his tongue found her again. Mistress sat back on the throne and spread her legs. “All of you. Watch me cum.” They did. Her fingers circled her clit, slow, precise. She watched Liane tremble, watched Eren sag, watched Gabriel give every last bit of himself. Then Mistress threw her head back and moaned — low, guttural, victorious. Her orgasm rolled through the room like thunder.