Mature Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

He was spotting a full erection and Rachel worried that Kira might be offended by it, but the masseuse simply smiled at him before returning her attention to Rachel’s pubic area. “I’ll take the upper part while you keep working her below,” said Derek authoritatively, establishing his dominance in this unexpected threesome. He rubbed the massage oil in his palm and began to rub her breasts in circular motions, leaving out the nipples even though his fingers kept hovering dangerously close to them but never touching them. By now, Kira had switched things up a notch, working her magic on Rachel’s clit and labia. She used Rachel’s wetness as lubrication to continue to massage her, creating a del

"With the piercing like Lisa received today. I can cum a dozen times just from moving around a lot. It was worse when I first got it, and it's gotten better. I don't cum from it as much as I used to, but things like exercising and swimming where my legs are moving, still makes me cum all the time. Sitting still helps, but other than things like driving and sleeping, I'm not still very often." "Why do you shave your pussies?" "It's more pleasant licking shaved pussies than hairy ones," Rhonda replied. "Did it bother you licking my pussy because it has hair?" "It's less pleasant, but it didn't bother me. Did you enjoy licking my bald cunt?" "It wasn't bad. Nicely smooth and it made everything

“I know how to suck. I can suck your pussy. I can make you cum.” My words please Lydia. I can tell my the way her lips part ever so slightly. “Lie on your back,” she says in that husky voice, that sounds like music to my ears. She must be a smoker. I wonder what other bad habits she has. I lie on my back and then, I spread my thighs. “Does this please you Lydia? Does the sight of my juicy pussy make you wet?” My heart’s racing. Why would a lesbian make my heart raced? Can master tell?

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

His hands trailed the curves of her body until they settled upon her breasts, kneading and twisting her nipples with his fingers, eliciting a desperate moan from her lips. "More, Eddie," she pleaded, "Touch me more, Eddie, I want more!" His lips latched onto her nipple, suckling greedily as he massaged her other breast. "Fuck!!! Eddie more!!!" She screamed trying to dominate but he pinned her hands over her head, kissing her neck, "Eddie..." "Shush," he hushed, his fingers pressing gently against her lips. "You drive me wild when you're like this, Amora." She exhaled heavily, their lips meeting again in a slow sensual kiss, his fingers slipping beneath her panties, finding her warmth and wet

I shifted again, pressing my legs together desperately, but it only heightened the sensation. My nipples were rock hard, visibly straining against my blouse now. Damien noticed every reaction, his smile widening. “Admit it, Lena,” he said, using my first name for the first time, the intimacy shocking me. “You’re soaked. Your professional little pussy is throbbing for me. Touch it. Right now. Slip your hand under that skirt and rub your clit while I watch.” I froze, staring at him in disbelief. “I… I can’t. This is crossing every boundary. I’m your therapist.”

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'

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

I shook my head and she kiss me passionately. "You need to be punished, my love." She whispered again licking my neck. "For what?" I asked her. "For the lies," she smirked I rolled my eyes, "Okay fine My King punished your slave," I sexily said which makes her lick her lips. "As you wish," She smirks jeez how can this Lesbian be so handsome at this point? "Ah!" I scream in pain when she slaps my left butt cheek she even grips it, making me open my mouth in pain She was looking at me with desire and lust.

“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.”