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His hands were cold and calloused, adding to the electricity that was shooting through her body. Her body arched again, and loud moans escaped her lips. Killian continued to thrust, his groans matching the sound of his groin slapping against net pussy. Madison couldn't help but enjoy the way his big cock scratched the inside of her walls, stripping her of whatever innocence she had left. His dick touched her womb, she could feel it, the burning sensation made it even more enjoyable, and she couldn't get enough. She had no idea why she enjoyed that so much. She had no idea that being bound and fucked mercilessly was something that she would enjoy. And yet, there she was, moaning through the p

"You're a woman. You know what you like. Try doing the same to me. If I like it, you can tell. If I don't respond, try something different." "Are you a lesbian or bi?" Melissa asked curiously. "A lesbian," Chloe smiled back. "No cock, other than strap-ons and vibrators, has ever made its way inside my cunt." "I never knew." "I know, but I've fancied you since I started working for you."

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

I leaned forward, eager to heighten her desire and kissed every part of her body my lios came in contact with. Her hand flew to my waist, holding me weakly to her, I shivered. “More” she hissed. With that I pulled out my finger making her groan then quickly stabbed in two digits. Her lips parted but no sound came out. The sight before me was so fascinating, I watched her face mold into multiple faces of desire, pleasure, confusion… My gaze shifted to my ministrations between her legs… the sound of her wetness, her juices flowing down and I could see white cream run down her pussy hole.

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?

If you fancy a new read before I upload my next book. You can read my other stories by finding them on my GoodNovel author profile. The Santos Pack Series •Fated to the Lycan Prince - Book 1 •The Rise of the Alpha Luna - Book 2 His Luna - this was my first book, it’s short but a nice quick read. What am I reading? I’m currently reading some of the books by Jessica Hall, and also Author Muse. I’m also reading - The Alpha Games by Sian Fleming. Which is available on Good Novel.

And now she knew that, despite not being interested in Dana herself, I had a weakness for the idea of the two of them dyking out. Either when we were having sex or to tease me into having sex, my babe described all sorts of lesbian acts involving herself and her sister. I wasn't sure if what she told me was a recollection of past events between them or just some hot incestuous fantasy she concocted at the moment, but I didn't care. My reactions to Deb's tales were always very enthusiastic. It was insanely hot to pound my girlfriend's pussy or ass while listening to her murmur about the two of us fucking her twin sister and making her service us like a good bisexual slut. That was hands down

The apartment was quiet except for the occasional creak of the old building. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke to her hand sliding between my legs again. I was already wet. She kissed the back of my neck while her fingers worked my clit in slow circles. I pushed back against her, grinding into her hand. She slipped two fingers inside me from behind and fucked me with steady strokes. The angle made every thrust press against that sensitive spot inside. I came quietly, biting the pillow to muffle the sound, my body shuddering in her arms.

The warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fervent desire, fueling my desire for her. Her breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. With each thrust, she gasped as my hands traced the delicate arch of her back, the curve of her waist, and the contours of her hips. I explored the landscape of her body, committing it to memory with an insatiable hunger. My fingers danced along the curves of her body, tracing invisible patterns that ignited her senses. Her skin, warm and inviting, begged for my touch. I obliged, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.

But inside, my mind raced, thoughts tumbling over each other. What if he means in bed? What if he is thinking the same dirty things I am? I have read those books, the ones with dominant men and submissive women, tied up, spanked, ordered around until they beg to cum. It turns me on so much and makes my pussy soak my panties when I read them late at night, my vibrator buzzing against my clit as I imagine submitting. But I have never told anyone, not even Mark, my closest friend, my pussy tingled at the thought now, a real ache starting, and I shifted in my seat, feeling the dampness in my panties already, the fabric sticking slightly to my folds.