Mature Lesbian Seduction Novels & Stories

Damon moved closer on the couch,his leg pressed against hers as the movie reached a steamy sex scene, the man pushing the woman down, kissing her body, sliding inside her with deep thrusts and the sounds of moaning filled the quiet room. Lily's breath came faster and she could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy starting to throb and leak a little,she tried to pretend nothing was happening, staring at the TV like it was no big deal but her nipples were hard, poking against her dress, and her thighs felt slippery. Damon noticed everything. He leaned in, his warm breath on her ear. "You like this, don't you, little cousin? Look how they're fucking,does it make your pussy wet?"

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

The material burned deliciously against her asshole and rubbed hard against her swollen clit. Madame Laurent’s long fingers dug into Nia’s flesh as she bit down on one cheek—not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to draw a sharp, stifled shriek. The sting bloomed into liquid heat that made Nia’s pussy clench with fresh arousal. “Please, Madame,” Nia begged, voice shaking. “Touch my pussy. I need you to touch me…” The older woman traced her tongue in slow, teasing circles around Nia’s asshole, then slipped one hand between her quivering thighs. With practiced ease, she hooked the soaked thong aside and let her fingers glide through the slick heat.

They are not wrong, anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. A lady wearing a dress with no make up on. Just bare... Me. Who am I to even meet the eyes of the Alpha? When I came back, I made sure to hide in the shadows, so no one would try to look at a maid. So no one would be interested in me even though I know I'm not interesting. The music swelled around me as the alpha walked and dance with every girl and each of them seemed to have forgot breathing once they made contact with him. Polite, yes. But distant, cold, and not a glimpse of smile was seen from him.

[Warning! Lesbian Content Ahead!] ***** Back to the interrogation room, Detective Adrian looked the hooker sympathetically and asked, “Are you going to tell me where you stole the money, or not?” Meanwhile, she slipped her fingers back to her crack and forced two fingers inside her warm c*nt. Immediately, she rolled her face to the ceiling and groaned, suddenly arching her toes. Trembling under waves of ecstasy, Detective Adrian added, “If you won't tell me where you got the money, I'll play with your p*ssy until you cry.”

Her slacks dropped next, exposing toned legs and a trimmed patch above her own slick pussy. Naked, they came together in a fierce kiss, bodies pressing close—breasts rubbing, hips grinding. Lena backed Teresa toward the leather couch in the corner, the one Mark often napped on during late nights. She pushed Teresa down onto it, straddling her waist, their wet pussies sliding together in a slick grind that made them both groan.

It was all drunk by my friends Dazed he, the old mind in the home of the shadow of the baby, on the side of these sexy charm beauty, can not lift any interest, but to the home of the woman, more and more miss, miss every inch of her body skin, more miss her sweet lips, and her tight place A woman in red sexy leather clothes, sitting directly on his thigh, red warm red lips, seductive eyes, slender hand boldly groping inside his clothes, caressing his strong muscle. In front of the agitated waves, intentionally or unintentionally high, but also pulled down the chain of the leather coat, most of the chest, exposed in front of his eyes Obviously put a finger on her red lips, and the woman boldl

She was now sitting on Declan's lap, which allowed him free access to her core via the vibrator he was manipulating inside her while lip-lapping her aroused breasts. "Who's tastier and better, huh? Tell me Margaux! Tell me!" Declan then performed a quick rotation and exit-entry into her now salivating tunnel. "Say it! Fuck!" Margaux can't even say anything because she just howled loudly, followed by the hissing of her sweet juices from within, but Declan didn't stop. "I don't mind if you can't walk again tomorrow; just remember that this is your punishment for having sex with that jerk Dexter....Fuck it!"

It’s happening again, my body is responding to her seduction scent. Damn it! “Just at least hold on a bit, Bea.” I said between my deep breaths, “pull yourself together, this thing can only be done by lovers… Well, lovers who love each other is what I mean.” What I even saying, is she won’t understand it at all in her situation. But like what she said, she can’t wait any longer. She grabs the things between my legs, the reason I can't stop myself from moaning. I need to snap myself from everything but, I don’t know what to do anymore.

When he made sure that he didn't miss anything he made his way up the stairs to the enormous master bedroom, where he found his secretary, asleep. Theresa was in her mid-twenties with really long black hair that had a slight wave to it. She had an athletic body, nicely toned and he found that she sleeps in the nude! Well isn't this a nice surprise! He decided not to kill her immediately, he wanted to have some fun with her first. He very quickly walked around the bed to shoot her with the Ketamine without alarming her. He injected her with an amount that allowed her to by paralysed but aware of everything.