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She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied Well, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? I had to play by the rules of her games for a while.

she said, suddenly lost for words. I leaned back and crossed my legs. “You know,” I began, trying to help her out. “It’s hard enough being a lesbian, even though I know there were times when it certainly was harder. But it seems that being a lesbian AND being a woman who loves sex is a bit more than most people can handle,” I laughed.

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

The fabric stuck to my heavy tits and wide hips. He looked up. Eyes went straight to my chest. “Sister Claire…” “Keep working,” I said. I stepped closer until I was right in front of him. The habit shifted. One soft tit almost slipped free. His mop stopped moving. His breathing didn’t. “You’re staring,” I said. “Sorry.” “Don’t be.” I let the silence stretch. Let him feel every second of it. “Look at me, Daniel.” He did. Eyes dragging up slow, like he was scared of what would happen if he moved too fast. Like I was something he wasn’t allowed to touch and wanted anyway.

Mom and I both preferred certain p**n companies who specialized in lesbian films, as the females seemed to really get into the true passion of the moment. Of course, since we had come together as lovers and dominatrix/submissive we hadn't really seen the point, other than to get us worked up and give us new ideas. Even the older/younger lesbian and lesbian incest films that we had seen, never really got it right. Both of us had giggled and critiqued scenes both for their storylines and character dynamics. I let out a whimper, as mom's tongue suddenly sent me over the edge and into a shocking orgasm. My body shook and I gripped mom's hand tightly, as she continued to slowly lick deep into my

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It pooled on the floor like spilled ink. Isabel’s hands shook as she reached for Clara’s veil. Removed it. Ran her fingers through the dark waves that spilled free. Then the cord at Clara’s throat. The habit followed the first to the floor. They stood in chemises and bare feet. Moonlight painted their skin in silver and shadow. Clara stepped closer. Their breasts brushed through linen. Both gasped at the contact. Isabel moved first, cupped Clara’s face, kissed her. Tentative at first, lips soft, trembling, then deeper. Tongues met. A small, broken moan escaped Isabel’s throat. Clara’s hands slid to Isabel’s waist, pulled her flush. They kissed like women starving, teeth catching lips, tongue

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

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.