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Soft. Sweet. Addictive. God. I wanted her more than I should. More than was safe. And the worst part? It wasn’t only lust. If it were just lust, this would’ve been easier. But Isabella made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. Things I buried a long time ago. The last woman who made me feel this way was Selene. Amelia’s mother. My jaw tightened instantly at the thought of her. That woman nearly destroyed me once.

Maria sat up and ground herself against Janet, making her intentions known as if they weren't loud enough. Then, she stared Janet right in the eyes and tugged her shirt over her head, her breasts bouncing out of it. What in the lesbian fuck? Janet's gaze followed her fingers as they trailed down her body and brushed against her soft cleavage. Janet placed Maria's hands on her hips, slowly trailing them up to her waist to her lacy black bra. Good gracious heavens. A rush of pleasure rushed through Janet and she closed her eyes. Fuck. Maria placed her forearms on either side of Janet's head and leaned closer to her, pressing her t**s against Janet's.

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.

I bit my lips softly, leaning my weight back into my dressing chair. I loved lesbian books and p**n so much that I had secretly wanted to be a lesbian adult actor. “Yes Mummy,” the second female lead moaned. Slurpy gliding sound of wet pussies brushing over each other resounded loudly into my ears. I wanted so badly to be a part of this. I sorted my legs high on my table, pushing off the distracting book that laid on my way with my right leg. It landed face down with a loud thud. I didn’t care.

“Let me feel how wet you are.” “So wet…so fucking wet,” I moaned, hips lifting to meet every stroke. My hand gripped the edge of the couch while the other one gripped my breast tighter. The wet sounds grew louder as he added a third finger, scissoring gently to open me further. My clit throbbed beneath his thumb as pleasure coiled low in my belly, building fast. Lee had never touched me like this before. It felt different, almost unreal, like drifting into paradise. He leaned in, mouth brushing my ear. "You’re going to come on my fingers before I even take my cock out. And you’re going to thank me for it."

The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight. “You aren’t wrong there,” Nocturne replied. “I’m planning to have a small line of LGBTQ+ fiction as well as more mainstream books. It’s been easy to get straight romance and adventure books. The search for good LGBTQ+ authors has been harder. It’s also because I want to read a spicy gay smut novel.” The admission at the end caught Leo off guard. Nocturne had a mischievous gleam in his eye when he said that part.

I was just a girl sold to the Harlot house and forced to service three men. And towards him, I felt a soft liking. But how could I be a mate to him? Cyrus and Ethan were oblivious to us two, they were talking, throwing glances our way when they felt like it. "Do you know what that is?" Liam asked me, rubbing a thumb across my already swollen lower lip. "I've read about it in books." I replied him. Liam scoffed. "Then you should be aware that they are werewolves that seek humans as their mates if their wolf demands it. What I cannot understand is you being a girl meant to comfort randy men like us be placed as my mate." He hissed.

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The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.