Lesbian Regency Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

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“Her pussy is creaming all over my dick. She loves being used like this. Say it, Angelique. Tell us how much you love being our little cheating slut tonight.” “I love it,” I gasped, my body rocking between them. “I love your thick cock inside me, Jake. I love Miguel’s tongue on my clit. Do not stop. Please fuck me harder. I need both of you.” Miguel alternated between licking my clit and sucking on Jake’s balls every time Jake pulled back. The added sensation made Jake groan loudly and fuck me even harder. “Shit, Miguel. Your mouth feels so good on my balls while I am buried in her pussy,” Jake growled. “Keep doing that. Make me fuck her even harder.”

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

My lace panties are completely ruined—drenched with moisture that keeps leaking down my thighs no matter how tightly I press my legs together. I’m trying so hard to look normal. Just an innocent eighteen-year-old Omega heading off on a luxury Mediterranean cruise with her best friend. But every time I close my eyes, all I see is my Best friend's Dad Damien. Shirtless by the pool last summer with water streaming down his sculpted chest and abs. The way his jaw flexed when he looked at me and the deep, commanding timbre of his voice saying my name.

I said nothing. "I think you're hiding something. I think you came here for a reason. And I think my husband's sudden interest in you proves it." "Luna, I swear—" "Don't." She stepped closer. "I don't know what you want. But you won't get it. He's mine. This pack is mine. And you're nothing. Less than nothing." She dropped the herbs on the floor. Crushed them under her foot. "Clean that up. Then pack your things. You're done."

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

The slick, hot slide of her cunt against mine was driving me crazy. Sally leaned down and sucked hard on my nipple, biting it while she ground faster. “You love this, don’t you? Being a filthy lesbian whore for the vicar’s wife. I bet you touch your pussy every night thinking about sinning, don’t you?” “Yes— fuck— I’m such a dirty wife—” I gasped. She sat up, grabbed my hips and started riding me harder. Our pussies slapped together wetly. Juice ran down my ass crack onto the lounger. I could feel another orgasm building fast.