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He tries a few times, same reaction "I… I can't. I just… can't…” he says after the twelfth fail, stepping back. His face is red, he is sweating. As he is still thinking of what to, another healer- Healer Danabel- walks in “Holy cow!” she freezes when she sees me. Everyone in this pack knows that Danabel is a season lesbian even though she always tries to deny it. I guess this is one proof now. Danabel runs inside, her breast suddenly very perky. She cannot even stand a quarter of my scent.

But I guess it happens when she is really embarrassed about something too. “Yeah...I’ve seen it. But don’t tell him. I don’t want him to get mad.” “So if you’ve seen it then why did you ask if he was big? If you already know your roommate is packing.” “Well I’ve just never...seen another one before.” My jaw dropped open. “What? I mean I get that you’re a lesbian babe but you’ve never seen a penis before?” “Well...no.” “Not even in p**n?” “I don’t really watch p**n, but when I do it’s always two girls.”

“Ah! A beautiful woman such as myself sat on your lap for so long, and there is no sign of movement down there.” Levi’s response was in no way inferior in its toxicity, (ꐦ ◠‿◠) “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And whether I have an unmentionable illness or not, won’t you know when the time comes for us to sire an heir?” There was a subtle chill in Levi’s smile, “And this logic of yours is really interesting. Are you implying that you yourself are actually a lesbian?”

Karen wanted to say to Alex that the bag contains also a powerful laxative, but the pain in her bladder had finally become too much. "Oh you're in need to pee!" Karen nodded violently. Alex whistled. Karen looked at her unbelievingly and felt the hot liquid flowing into her pants. Her eyes opened wide in surprise: she was peeing herself. She was unable to stop the flow. And it was her own slave that did that to her. She felt her cheek reddening in humiliation. Her theory in writing her enslavement procedure was that humiliation can be a sexual trigger.

The words slipped from my mouth before I could even process them, but I couldn’t feel ashamed, I had never known girls could feel this kind of pleasure from just rubbing against each other. When I’d watched that lesbian p**n the other day, they had been moaning just like this, and I thought they were exaggerating—that it couldn’t possibly feel that good. But now, as our juices mixed together and our pussy lips brushed in wet, hot rhythm, I knew exactly how they had felt.

She thought of bringing some to her mother and went farther to gather them. Not far from the flowers was a strange bush with thick, green, glossy leaves. It was hung with large red berries that trembled on their stems like drops of blood. She leaned over to inspect it. As Persephone stood, staring curiously at the mysterious bush, she could not decide whether she liked it or not. The maiden who was always particular about plants and flowers found the scrub little to her liking.

I whisper. “What? Do you think that because we are lesbians, that we have not studied the male species? They are all cut from the same pattern, so it is not difficult to know them. They are predictable.” “That comment is a bit feminine.” I shot her a hard look. “I do not approve of what you have said at all.” "Feminine my balls, which I don't have. Now everything is supposed to be macho, misogynistic, feminist or feminine. Shit! Have to extrapolate everything.”

Oh fuck, I am going to pee, I can not hold it. I pulled his cock out, crying out, "I am cumming—fuck, I am peeing!" The orgasm hit like a wave, my pussy squirting cum and pee together, soaking the bed, I lowered my free hand rubbing my clit frantically with myself while the vibrator buzzed inside. I screamed loud, tears streaming from the intensity my body convulsing, peeing in spurts as I rubbed harder, circling my clit fast. "Do not stop watching, see me pee from cumming!" He stared, stroking faster, and it made me hotter, prolonging the release.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

"Oh my, Elena. You really did grow up in a small town, wet sex means that I like to be peed on, like all over. Golden showers?" "Oh." Elena wondered about that for a few seconds. Wow. Getting excited about someone pissing on you. Nope, it doesn't really do much for me thinking about it. Could I do that to her? That seems so degrading somehow. "Why, Marie?" "You mean, why do I like it? Well, I guess it comes from all those times in the locker room after soccer. We would sometimes pee in the shower instead of walking across the floor dripping water all over the place. Then it turned into a game of who could squirt pee standing up. Then it was a game of who could pee on someone else before they