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I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Prior to that night, she had never had sex with anyone other than me, and now, after a brief encounter with Jeff to serve as a warm-up, she was enjoying — thoroughly enjoying — lesbian sex with Daisy, right in front of me! And that was good for me to see, for I think that was the Woman Of The Houseent when I finally started to let go of my remaining inhibitions and fully began to relax and enjoy the Woman Of The Houseent — which at that Woman Of The Houseent included a gay sex act that was being performed on me, and being performed on me very well, might I add! Jeff is really good at giving head! I’m not knocking Trinh’s oral skills at all, but I wouldn’t mind it if Jeff was to give her a fe

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "Are you surprised?” I gulp, resting my gaze to land on her thick hard cock. It's so... big. "Lessy," She drawls, her voice pulling me from my open gawking to look up at her.

hint, hint. And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man.

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

Just as I felt the edge approaching, Tasha pulled her fingers out completely. She spanked me hard—five sharp blows across both cheeks that left me gasping. Then she reached for something on the nightstand. I heard the soft click of a bottle opening. Cool liquid dripped between my cheeks, sliding down over my pussy. Tasha's fingers returned, spreading the lube, pressing one slick finger against my ass. She pushed slowly, working the tip inside, stretching me open while her other hand returned to my clit. Monica shifted, lying back and pulling my upper body forward until I was half on top of her. My bound wrists rested against her stomach. She guided my face back between her legs, this time pr

It’s not much fun giving a blow job,” Taryn remarks over the noisy gush of heat hitting my hair. “Although I think every lesbian feels that way, don’t you?” “Only if they can speak from experience,” I reply, wincing as Taryn continues to torture my tresses. Taryn winces, too—for an entirely different reason. “And I seri- ously doubt that the judges are going to inquire about my sex life, oral or otherwise, during the interview.”

It was another p**n magazine. “Look at the new one I got yesterday, she said. Scooting over to me. She sat close to me, making sure we were touching each other. She opened the magazine and laid it on her lap as she began to flip through a few pages. It was a new lesbian p**n. “So, you like girls on girls” she asked, staring at me. Yeah, I just realized I like girls when I went to college, so tell me how many ladies have you slept with, she asked.

“Cum with me. Cum on my pussy, Luna.” Our movements became desperate and sloppy. The sound of our wet pussies slapping together filled the room as we both chased our orgasms. Vesper suddenly cried out, her body shaking violently as she came, grinding her clit hard against mine. The feeling of her cumming on me pushed me over the edge. I screamed, my pussy gushing against hers as my orgasm crashed through me. We kept grinding through our orgasms, our pussies pulsing and leaking all over each other until we were both a trembling, soaked mess.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.