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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'

Mara dropped into the window seat like her body weighed a thousand pounds. Three straight days of workshops, crisis calls, holding other people’s pain until her own felt numb. She needed these five hours. Just noise in her ears and nothing else. She pulled out her phone, plugged in her headphones, and opened the playlist. The private one. No title. Forty-seven tracks of the stuff she never let anyone see. Women moaning loud and broken, filthy commands, wet sounds, her own breathy voice in a few recordings where she’d touched herself and whispered every dirty thing she wanted but never asked for out loud.

“The moon… it affects all of us tonight.” Lila moaned softly, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. “Don’t stop. It hurts less when you touch me there. Your magic… it tingles.” Her younger sister’s hips rolled subtly, chasing the contact. Melvin’s own pussy clenched, still leaking Kelvin’s cum into her fresh shift. The taboo of touching her sister like this—Lila, who was promised to the same alpha who had just bred her—sent a rush of guilty arousal through her.

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.

She flips again… “I dream of her again. This time…on the cafe floor. Her hands tied up by mine. Her breath catching, not because she was scared but because she wanted it…she couldn’t get enough…” Again… “I watched her today…her lipsgloss smudged, her hair all messy like she had just been fucked…if she was I’m pissed….it should’ve been me!…” … “She thinks I’m just a guy who has too much caffeine and loves reading/writing…little does she know I’m writing a story…our story…she’s the main character…and this book, it’s the ending of the beginning…” … “When she finally lets me in I’ll make her scream my-…”

Omar looked at her face The moon was glimmered its luminous on her face while her nose pin shines through it, Her white teeth biting her bottom lip while her hair was softly flowing with breeze Omar didn't realize when he started leaning towards her, feelings his closeness to her, Hana fisted his shirt, her heart jumping in hr chest. "Hana!" When their lips was inches apart, Omar called her, to ask for permission. Hana hold onto his arm tightly, not having strength to open her eyes or nod her head. Two budding flowers in lawn faced each other as moon hide itself behind clouds to spread darkness. The End

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. They emerged from the shadows, a group of women exuding confidence and desire. The leader, a tall brunette with piercing green eyes, moved with a commanding grace, her leather corset accentuating her full breasts. Beside her, a petite blonde with a mischievous smile adjusted her lace lingerie, her gaze locking onto mine. A curvy redhead with a sultry laugh joined, her hands already roaming her own body, while a fourth, a muscular woman with short black hair, watched with a hungry intensity. Toge

She lay down facing her, one leg sliding between Claire’s thighs until their pussies were pressed together in a warm, wet embrace. “Scissoring,” Lena whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. “I want to feel your clit rubbing against mine. I want us to come together like this.” She hooked one of Claire’s legs over her hip, pulling their bodies even closer. The moment their slick folds met, both women moaned. Lena’s pussy was hot and silky, her swollen clit sliding perfectly against Claire’s with every small movement. Lena started slow, rolling her hips in a smooth, deliberate rhythm. The friction was exquisite — wet, slippery, and intimate. Their clits rubbed directly against each other,

Lauren leaned forward, kissed Vanessa deeply, tongues sliding while both women rode us. “Touch yourselves,” Lauren ordered. Vanessa reached down, rubbed her clit fast. Lauren did the same, fingers circling while she bounced on me. Jake and I locked eyes over the women’s shoulders. We were both close, faces flushed, breathing ragged. “Gonna come,” Jake groaned. “Me too,” I gasped. Lauren smiled, wicked, satisfied. “Come inside us. Fill us up.” That was it. Jake came first, burying himself deep in Vanessa’s ass with a guttural groan. Vanessa followed, shuddering, crying out, pussy flooding my mouth as she came hard.

she whimpered, leaning forward to capture my lips in a deep, tongue-twisting French kiss. As our tongues entwined, Lillian guided my nine-inch cock to the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. She lowered herself slowly, her eyes locked onto mine, savoring the moment my head breached her tight walls. I groaned loudly as I felt her heat envelop me, the tightness of her grip reminding me why she was the only woman who could truly handle me. "Put it all in, Edwin," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Fill me up before we give some of it to her."