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“I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you.” I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit. Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my clit, making me clench harder.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.

ROOMMATES WITH BENEFITS PT 3 Saturday morning started with the sound of a drawer sliding open. Harper sat on the edge of her bed and tipped the entire contents onto the sheets. Dildos of different sizes and colors spilled out first, followed by a cordless wand, a pair of adjustable nipple clamps, and a small leather flogger with soft tails. Lila stood in the doorway watching, still in the tank top and shorts she had slept in. “No classes. No shifts,” Harper said. “We use all of it.”

I moaned softly, pumping my fingers faster as I remembered the way he had praised that other woman. “Please… fill me up,” I whimpered, adding a third finger, stretching myself as much as I could. “Treat me like just a hole, Master…” The pleasure built fast and brutal. My hips rocked back against my own hand as I chased release, the wet sounds of my fingers embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. “I’m your filthy little maid… use me…” I came hard, thighs shaking, a broken moan escaping my lips as my pussy clenched tightly around my fingers. The orgasm was so intense my vision blurred for a moment. I collapsed onto the bed, panting, trying to catch my breath. A sleepy, dangerous satisfaction wa

She moaned in pleasure as she thought of the many virtues of having a 20-year-old son. Lilian was in a daze as she arrived home. Still, she made a bee-line for her bedroom, locked the door, and got out her laptop to check out 'Literotica.' After searching through several stories and authors, Lilian felt herself growing wet and squirming in her chair, as she read the beautifully written erotic stories about mother and son incest. After an hour of reading, she had read numerous stories and soaked completely through her panties. Still unsure if she had been turned on by the incest or the well-written and amazingly descriptive erotic stories, she checked the authors of the stories that she'd rea

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

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