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This time she locked the door and braced a chair under the handle. “We have to be quieter this time.” she whispered, already pulling my shirt off. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back the same way. We fell onto the bed still warm from earlier. Isabella reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick purple strap-on and a small bottle of lube. My stomach flipped with fresh heat. “On your back, open your legs wider for me.” she said, her voice low and rough. I obeyed. Isabella strapped the toy on, coated it, and rubbed the thick head through my still-slick folds. She pushed into me slowly at first, watching my face, then thrust deeper until she was buried to the hilt.

The older woman gave the tiny teen a thankful smile, as she declared, "Keep learning the lesbian arts this fast and you'll be fucking Jennifer into a coma by tonight, sweetie." With a giggle, Beth climbed off the young girl's face and snuggled against her petite body, before capturing Brittany's wet lips for a lazy satisfied kiss. Beth moaned into the kiss, as she tasted her own pussy juices on the girl's lips and tongue. Brittany moaned and clung to the older woman in satisfaction and achievement at a job well done. The women lay together lazily kissing and trailing their hands over each other's naked bodies until Beth moaned into the kiss, "Are you ready to learn the next technique in the

I stayed with her until the last tremor passed, then kissed the inside of her thigh and stood. We stared at each other for a long moment, both still breathing hard. Then she pulled me in and kissed me again, tasting herself on my lips. The heat that had eased returned full force. She turned me around so I faced the table and pressed against my back. One hand reached around to stroke my clit while the other slid two fingers into my pussy from behind. The angle made every thrust hit deep. I braced my hands on the table and pushed back onto her. The wet slap of her hand against me filled the room. “Fuck, Jayla,” I breathed.

Chapter 2 Lena’s POV “What the hell do you mean by leverage?” I demanded, my voice cracking with fury as I glared up at Rafael. My heart hammered against my ribs and I could still feel the touch of his fingers on my cheek from earlier. My pussy was still slick from that stupid unwanted reaction, thighs sticky under my wrinkled skirt. I hated how my body kept betraying me around him, nipples tight and aching, a low throb pulsing between my legs every time he spoke.

Their clits rubbed directly against each other, sending sparks of pleasure through both of them with every grind. “Oh god…” Claire gasped, her hands gripping Lena’s hip for leverage. “That feels… incredible.” Lena smiled, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “It does, doesn’t it? Two women fucking like this… nothing between us. Just wet pussy against wet pussy.” She increased the pace slightly, grinding harder, their juices mixing and making every slide smoother and more obscene. The wet sounds of their pussies rubbing together filled the quiet room — slick, rhythmic, filthy.

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.

"The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy." Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!" "Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right. "It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly. "It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."

she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Dominic responded by pulling Selene close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, Dominic's hands began to explore Selene's body, mapping out her curves and feeling the slickness of her skin. She responded by pressing her body against his, her hands tangling in his hair. The water continued to beat down on them, a symphony of passion and lust. Dominic's heart raced faster as he lifted Selene up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pressed her against the shower wall, their bodies grinding together.

“The look on your face was so priceless! I couldn’t help myself.” I made a face as I huffed a chuckle then placed the cup down on the table. Seriously, she likes those kinds of things, huh? “So you read gay porn, huh?” She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “I love it. I collect books.” “Books about gay porn? A Queen like you reads books like this? Why?” Again she laughed. She laughed so hard that I could see the roof of her mouth. “Oh, Yael, coming from you I feel so perverted!” She squealed as she covered her face.

I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived. They emerged from the shadows, a group of women exuding confidence and desire. The leader, a tall brunette with piercing green eyes, moved with a commanding grace, her leather corset accentuating her full breasts. Beside her, a petite blonde with a mischievous smile adjusted her lace lingerie, her gaze locking onto mine. A curvy redhead with a sultry laugh joined, her hands already roaming her own body, while a fourth, a muscular woman with short black hair, watched with a hungry intensity. Toge