Novel & Cerita Mature Lesbian Erotica

As I stood, I swayed gently, running my hands down my hips and squeezing my breasts while wetting my lips. He was captivated by the spectacle and began to masturbate. I crouched down and replaced his hand with mine, giving the skin of his penis a slow, deliberate massage. I opened his legs and began to graze his feet, then his thighs, with my breasts. I gently brushed his cock and moved up, my nipples tracing his body until I placed my breasts on his face.

“But, Claire, I’m a lesbian.” “And playing with one cock doesn’t somehow make you straight. Come on. It’s just for fun.” I took both of her hands and wrapped them around Forest’s cock. “Here, just like this.” And I started showing her how to slowly jerk him off. Her tiny hands couldn’t even wrap around how thick he was. “Oh wow. It’s so hard.” Marissa said with genuine surprise. “And so warm.”

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.

An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls. Women who surrendered easily to that were the best in the world. And I loved the bbws. Because they used to like something stronger during the H hour. Not to mention everything there was to play during the act. I had an intimate speech that chubby women were like pots of honey, where you could smear and delight for long hours, without ever getting sick. And it was my favorite type, besides the type that my radar attracted the most. Throughout my life, I've never been with a thin and model gi

My mascara is smudged, my hair deliciously ruined, my body covered in sweat—and judging by the way they’re looking at me, I’ve never been sexier to them. Without waiting, I reach out with both hands. I wrap one hand around Kenny’s slick, stiff cock and the other around Lestat’s. They both groan in unison, and I feel a thrill of delight at being able to touch them at last. Their cocks are hot and hard under my fingers. I give a few experimental pumps, enjoying how even that slight touch makes them throb and leak. “You look so fucking hot on your knees, stroking our cocks,” Lestat says, voice thick with lust. He places a hand on my head, not forcing, just resting there like he’s readying himse

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

He stopped in front of me and cupped my chin. “Get on your back on the rug as you spread your legs.” I sank onto the thick rug in front of the fire. The wool was warm against my spine. I spread my thighs wide, exposing everything to him and to the camera. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Look at that pink pretty pussy.” “Do you like it?” I asked, face flushed. “How about I show you if I like it or not.” I swallowed. Hale moved between my legs and ran his hands up my inner thighs, thumbs brushing close to my pussy but never quite touching. He reached for the small bottle of lubricant and poured it on my pussy.

“Does that make you think I’m perverted?” Both of her husbands had stroked themselves, while she was getting undressed, or just before they mounted her. They had never done it to completion. It had just looked like they were excited, and anxious to get to what they called “the good parts”. The good parts had been pretty good for her too. Both men had been lusty lovers. She didn’t have an orgasm every single time, but she had them, and they were better than the ones she had these days, with her dildo.

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My walls pulsed and squeezed him tight as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Look at that,” Matthew laughed darkly, still thrusting through my orgasm. “You love it, don’t you? Cheating on your husband with this big black cock and cumming like a slut.” He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers while he kept pounding me. The sharp pain sent fresh sparks straight to my clit. He leaned down and spit right on my pussy, making everything even wetter and messier. Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles.