Lesbian Spit Swap の小説・ストーリー

After that, she approaches my face, and her dangling tits rob my wet pussy while also getting a little wet. Now inches away from my face and in between my legs, she whispers slowly to me, "Give me your saliva." Then she kissed me passionately on the lips as I gave her my saliva, which was dripping from both our mouths when we stopped, and she took it down to my pussy and spat it there. She gently massages the spit in circles around my wet pussy with her fingers. She looks at me in the eyes while constantly blending my spit with my pussy, and I began to feel several sensations down my clitoral area.

Still, when we revved up again, we began in the familiar arms of our respective mates. We pulled back the zillion thread-count sheets on the king-size bed—anticipating some fine old-school boning. After some preliminary touching and canoodling, things moved fast. Layla and I started going at it in missionary, while Brittany and Jack embraced each other and looked on. Then they took their place beside us on the bed, also going the missionary route. It was as if they were mirroring us. It was pretty cool. As we all fucked, the two women clasped hands. They were enjoying our pummeling dicks, but they were also now in the mood for a sapphic interlude.

Harper smiled at me like I’d hung the moon. Jamie snapped their fingers in support. Leah fist pumped. Dani whispered, “Slay.” Then Sienna spoke. “I used to think ‘queer’ fit me better,” she said softly. “But now I think lesbian fits too. Like it doesn’t feel scary anymore.” I nudged her. “Because you have amazing taste in girlfriends.” She snorted so loudly someone dropped a pen. The meeting kept going people sharing stories, tiny wins, and stupid moments. Leah talked about her crush on the girl who works at Smoothie King.

After Axel's smooth talk, combined with his perfectly polished appearance, a few girls were successfully deceived. I smirked, thinking, 'What a joke—those "fake marriage" partners are just some shady old men from the underworld!' I glanced at Emma, noticing the same skeptical expression on her face. 'Hah—rarely do we sisters see eye to eye on anything.' As the girls, full of hope for the future, prepared to follow Axel, I immediately stopped them. "Don't go! It's a trap! You think you'll live a life of luxury there? You're just selling your bodies!"

My throat tightened as the head hit the back, and I gagged, spit bubbling out and dripping onto my chin. Damon stepped closer, his cock thick and leaking. He slapped it against my cheek, against my lips while I sucked Jake. “She’s drooling already,” he muttered, smearing precum across my mouth. “Switch.” Jake pulled out with a wet pop, strands of spit stretching between us, my lips were swollen and slick, but I didn’t even pause, I turned and swallowed Damon’s cock down, groaning as he shoved in deep, his size hitting harder against my throat.

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.

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me intensely. "There's a very clear clue, I'm sure you've noticed." Geralda's answer made me frown even more. Nicholas and I looked at each other with equally puzzled expressions. "You mean about the woman named Victoria who was going to exchange her baby for Alpha Felix's?" I asked for confirmation. Geralda nodded her head. "That's right. There was a baby exchange between Victoria and Alpha Felix. You only caught a glimpse of what happened, I realize you didn't fully understand," Geralda said.

She placed her hands on her chest, trying to calm herself down. She turned on the lights of the house and walked into her room, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and she shook lightly. It still gave her goosebumps to watch herself in another body. She looked away from the mirror and got into her bed. As she laid in bed, she made her decision, she did not want to be Cherry Hillard, she did not want to pretend and risk being caught, she did but want to get married to the Winston. "I am just going to go to my hometown, I am never going to let any of them find me. I am not Cherry Hillard, I am Lucienne Gray and I will not live as Cherry."

The humiliation mixed with pleasure made my eyes roll back. He flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. From the drawer he pulled out the vibrator and the small whip. He turned the toy on high and pressed it firmly against my clit while his mouth returned to my entrance. The combination was overwhelming. I screamed into the fabric gag, body arching violently as the first orgasm ripped through me.

Within just two weeks, our profits had tripled. My friend was thrilled. To celebrate, he threw a party at a resort on the outskirts—but there, once again, I ran into Rose and Zachary. The two of them were sitting by the bonfire. Rose was carefully peeling shrimp for Zachary. I didn't know what Zachary said, but Rose laughed and popped the shrimp into his mouth. Then she lifted her hand—still slick with shrimp juice—as if to smear it on his face. He laughed and leaned back to dodge.