Lesbian Spit Swap Novels & Stories

and “the little best-friend cumdump we’re going to ruin for any other man.” They rotated like that for hours — every hole used, every combination. They made me ride two cocks at once (Jake and Tyler in my pussy together, stretching me obscene) while Mark fucked my throat. Cum-swapping became their favorite game: one would pull out of my ass and shove straight into my mouth so I could taste the filthy mix, then back in again. I lost count of how many loads they pumped into me. My pussy and ass were overflowing, white cum leaking out in messy globs every time they thrust.

In the chaos of it all, I caught sight of Blake racing toward us, and beside me, Leila pretending to be flustered and afraid. A wave of anger surged in my chest. Men who flirt with every woman that passes by—they're the worst. Without wasting another second, I turned and swam hard toward her. A choice between the two of us? Did I look like the kind of woman who waited for a man to come save her? Not only would I save myself, but I wouldn't let her be saved by him either.

" I hit the gas and drove off. I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom. After dinner, one of my studio colleagues called. I braced myself, thinking she was going to tell me we'd lost money on canceled wedding flowers. I was about to say I'd cover it—but she was crying. "Ms. Powell, what do we do? The national floral exhibition project—Derek stole it. They bid half our price. "But the flowers are already on the way. If we lose the deal, we eat the cost ourselves. That's easily over a million…"

"I understand. They're undergoing orgasm denial all day with Slave Trainers today, but I want them to enjoy themselves as well, and by watching them engage in sex, it's beneficial to my own libido, but I'm looking for something other than oral sex positions to watch." "On Memorial Day, you saw a couple of the women doing what we lesbians call scissoring or tribbing with another woman," Mistress Dark said. "Tribbing is really any genital to genital rubbing, while scissoring is a specific form of it. I believe Lisa did it with your Mother, so I'm sure she understands the concept. You could tell them they have to make each other orgasm without using their tongues. I'm certain they would find al

"Clothing optional?' Louisa asked, with a smirk. And she pulled her t-shirt straight over her head, damn she was cute and so fuckable... And so it was...some scenes I remember from that lost weekend... ... The girls' bodies are stretched across the bed, they're kissing deeply in a 'lesbian' embrace, their legs wide open, Jake and I are fucking them from opposite sides, then swapping around, his thick seven inches stretching my wife's cunt, my long nine inches penetrating his wife deeper than she'd ever been plumbed.. ...

"Stop your lamentation now and tell me what is your wish." Cupid wiped her eyes. "My wife," she said in a scratchy voice. "I want my wife back." "Very well then, you shall have her," Venus spoke with a defeated sigh. Cupid looked at her mother with teary eyes. She was surprised by what she heard. "Are you true to your words?" she asked Venus. "Then swear me an oath, mother, swear it over the river Styx, that you shall never harm Psyche by any means."

"Lily! You're a lesbian, you can't say that word!" Lily chuckled. "Why not? I'm a product of that very same sperm-egg magic, okay? It's still not scientifically possible for two hot women to bump holes and produce a kid... yet. Give science some time, though. I'm sure they'll figure out a way to make lesbian reproduction a thing." "I'll give you some time." Chelsea laughed out before his expression turned serious, as he remembered his heart to heart conversation with Sarah, about Arc. "What's that sigh about? Spit it out," Lily prodded.

She pursed her lips, tossed her head back and swallowed Ross's seed. As she had done the night before, she used her fingers to scoop the spunk from her face. This afternoon, it was a mixture of the seed of multiple men. She placed her fingers in her mouth and sucked off the white sticky goodness. Lisa then quickly moved her fingers to her pussy. She pushed two fingers deep into her honey pot and stroked herself vigorously. It was like a masturbatory victory celebration. Lisa kept pressure on her clit and soon was climaxing again in front of the room full of people.

The online community began to doubt Sabrina's act, suspecting that Harold and I were just playing our parts according to a script. Sabrina tried to explain in her live stream that this was all my dirty trick to smear her name. When the timing was right, I released the recording of Sabrina asking me to be her surrogate. "Abby, please, have a baby for me. It won't hurt you at all. I'm just borrowing your womb for a few months. "It won't cost you a dime, and you get a son, too. It's like a retirement plan for you and a solution for me. Isn't it perfect?"

Kate watched in silence as Lisa and grabbed the man’s shaft. “Now, spit on it and swallow him.” Owen directed. Following the instructions, Lisa spat on the hard cock and swallowed the shaft. Muffled groans of pleasure left the man’s chest and Lisa rolled him into the depth of her mouth. She let her tongue dance around his the base of his cock before she bottom out and stared up at the man's face filled with want and desire. Her thick saliva and his precum mixed, forming a rope as she slid him out to stare up at him. Then she drove him back into her mouth and he jerked, a mass of pleasant groan fell from his lips.