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Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

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.

Not yet, baby," I said as I pulled my cock out of her slippery hole and told her to finger herself. "Show me how lesbians get off without dick, Selena." I said, watching as she started masturbating, thrusting her delicate fingers vigorously in and out of her pussy, giving me a hot and steamy show as she brought herself to orgasm. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh." She screamed as her body trembled violently on the bed as she shoved her fingers deep into her pussy till the last knuckles. She lay on the bed gаѕрing tо саtсh hеr brеаth as I thrust my сосk bасk into her pussy.

She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet. ‎The day I saw my girlfriend's mom masturbating, I had gone over to her place to see Juliet. Juliet's room is located at the end of the hallway, while her mom's room is the first one in the hallway. ‎I was passing the hallway to go see Juliet in her room when I heard the quiet moans and grunts coming from her mom's cracked door. I couldn't stop myself from peeking inside the room a little. That was when I saw her, spread naked on her bed with one hand pinching her tit, while the other was thrusting the dildo in and out of her

Just as I felt the edge approaching, Tasha pulled her fingers out completely. She spanked me hard—five sharp blows across both cheeks that left me gasping. Then she reached for something on the nightstand. I heard the soft click of a bottle opening. Cool liquid dripped between my cheeks, sliding down over my pussy. Tasha's fingers returned, spreading the lube, pressing one slick finger against my ass. She pushed slowly, working the tip inside, stretching me open while her other hand returned to my clit. Monica shifted, lying back and pulling my upper body forward until I was half on top of her. My bound wrists rested against her stomach. She guided my face back between her legs, this time pr

"This is it. This is the truth." I freed myself, my cock springing out, heavy and aching. Her eyes dropped, her pupils blowing wide until they were almost entirely black as she lustfully stared at me. She looked mesmerized, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. Without a word, she slid off the desk and sank to her knees on the floor.

This is an explicit adult anthology intended for mature readers only. It contains highly steamy, graphic scenes of lesbian sex between consenting adult women. --- In the heat of forbidden cravings and stolen moments, women surrender to their deepest, wettest desires. Sapphic Desires is a scorching collection of passionate W/W erotica, where soft curves press together, eager tongues explore, and trembling bodies lose themselves in raw, dripping pleasure. From a defiant student’s impulsive kiss in her strict teacher’s office—leading to hungry fingers, sucking lips on aching nipples, and intense, moaning climaxes—to an unexpected visitor who joins the fray, turning shock into a slick,