Lesbian One Shots Novels & Stories

The camera caught every detail… the way her tits bounced with each breath, the way her back arched, the way she bit her lip and whimpered, “Fuck… right there…” Lesbian p**n is so hot. We women just knew how actually to get shit done properly. “God, Nicole…” I moaned under my breath, three fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy. I thrust them hard, matching the rhythm of the tongue on screen, pretending it was me tasting her instead. My hips rolled desperately against my hand, slick sounds filling the room as my juices coated my fingers and dripped down to my ass. I was so fucking wet it was so freaking good.

While he was away for a meeting with the other alphas of Devonlaire, his very own Luna was having sex with his mortal enemies. Of all the people that she has to cheat with, she had chooses to do it with Robert Kingston. He most hated enemies, the enemy of their clan. “What are you thinking?” Veronica asked Liam when she noticed that he was clenching his fist that was settled in his abdomen. He was angry.

I smiled and he nodded with an open mouth, his eyes went down my body. "Let's get started, Mr. Jason has provided us with enough strap-ons." "What? I thought we were expecting a man what's the importance of a strap-on?" "We don't have men here, it's a lesbian shot, Ariella." "I thought it was a queue sex, it will be boring without men, Mr. Austin." "You don't disagree with the director, remember the rules?" He shook his head and left me. I walked around and found our ladies semi-naked, Mr. Austin sat in a corner drinking liquor.

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.

Brittany handed the laptop over to her before joining me on the bed with her arms crossed and puffed up red cheeks. Isabella typed furiously for what seemed like hours yet it seemed like a few minutes before she said it's done. I thanked her before she left and Brittany hogged the laptop again. "Hey check this out" she said and I walked over to her. "She had a damn password to save a few videos" well that is odd. "guess she has a video of herself being a slut" she mused as I clicked on the first video curiously. What I discovered shocked me to the core. I wasn't expecting this.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. 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.

Jasmine didn’t move. “And you, Vos?” The wide man licked his teeth. “I see a whore.” A pause. “And a weapon.” “Which is she?” Vos shrugged. “Depends who’s holding her.” Jasmine turned, slowly. Her voice sliced the stillness. “No one holds me.” The room stilled. Then Roger’s voice, soft. “Then what are you, Jasmine?” She stepped closer. “An omega, they say. A whore, they whisper. But I know what I am.”

In her dream, Kaliyah watched a couple amidst a sea of yellow flowers. They stood with their backs to her, gazing at the sunset above the forest trees. Their constant glances at each other created an intense attraction, making them long to touch or kiss one another. The scene shifted, but the same couple remained, now in a snowy field. The woman was riding on the back of a black werewolf, holding onto his nape’s fur and laughing, thoroughly enjoying herself.

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.

I ran towards him in blinding speed while he screamed as he stepped on the shredded ceramic. "Leave now and never return!" My orbs flashed red and he ran outside without picking an item of clothing. "Damn! You are such a buzz kill now it will be difficult to find a replacement tonight." She plopped roughly on the chair with scratch marks, courtesy of her claws, and her head hung at the edge of the chair. "You are the bisexual one, Amanda. I'm a pure lesbian and I can't keep up with your sexual insanity. It is sickening having strangers waltz in daily only to have sex with them and murder them." I rubbed my temples in frustration.