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Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

We came almost together, gasping into each other's mouths, bodies pressed close, legs tangled. Later, after we had caught our breath a second time, Clara reached into the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a curved glass toy. She raised an eyebrow at me in silent question. I nodded. She coated the toy and settled between my legs again. The cool glass pressed against my entrance and then slid inside, filling me in a way her fingers hadn't. She worked it in and out slowly while her mouth returned to my clit. The dual sensation was almost too much. I clutched at the sheets, hips lifting to meet every thrust.

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

Fire the babysitter. Instead she reached between her legs again, still sensitive, still dripping. And as she touched herself to the memory of her husband coming inside another woman—on their couch, in their home she realized something terrifying. She wasn’t just angry. She was turned on. And she wanted to watch again. Next Tuesday, book club was canceled. Lauren told Ethan she was going anyway—said she needed the time away. She parked two streets over, walked back in the dark, and let herself in through the side gate.

He opened it, revealing a stunning brunette in a tiny black slutty dress that barely covered her ass. The hem was so short I could almost see her pussy lips, and her big tits looked ready to spill out of the deep V-neck at any second. “Hey, babe. Glad you could make it,” Jake said casually. “Come join the fun.” The girl—Lena—stepped inside and froze when she saw me lying there, glazed in cum with my holes on full display. Her eyes widened with pure envy as they roamed over my cum-covered tits and dripping pussy. That look sent a fresh spark of heat through me.

' Gresha smiled at the reaction she saw on the human and reached for his hand, placing both of them on top of her breasts. "I am making an exemption for you, Lancelot. This time, you can do whatever you want to me. You can either fuck me or kill me. I won't fight back. If you kill me, you won, but if you fuck me... I get to play with you after." Gresha climbed up the bed and shamelessly spread her legs, exposing the beauty of her glistening pussy, just begging for a cock to enter it. "What will you do now, hunter?"

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.