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I immediately blushed, tearing my gaze away from her and swallowing hard as I tried to sit up on the bed to speak. “I–you look really good—” But before I could finish, Clara stepped in front of me and pushed me back onto the bed with one hand, settling herself into a position I never thought I’d see in real life. I’d seen it before, just not outside of my laptop screen. That day, I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I’d searched lesbian sex, and one of the videos showed this exact position— Scissoring where two women rub their pussies together.

I couldn't stop the old flames of lust from rekindling in my mind because, let us face it, Nadia's beauty was like a siren, loud and capable of seducing anyone. But she was a lesbian, not even bisexual. She wasn't interested in me, and she had been pretending the whole time. Thinking about the times we had sex made me feel dirty, as if I had been having her without her consent. Her moans were fake and my ego was bruised. Her dark brown hair hung loose, brushing her waist, and her hazel eyes held mine. "Come on, Leo," she chuckled seductively, tracing my chest with her manicured finger. “Stop rejecting me. We can work things out."

“Not sure where Jace went off to.” Sed’s deep groan carried through the door. “Suck it harder,” he demanded. “Yeah, harder. Harder. That’s better.” Jessica rushed down the hall and threw open the bedroom door. It banged against the wall. Sed stood just inside the doorway entirely naked, save the cherry-red condom on his cock. His three girls were in various states of undress. One was on her knees in front of him, sucking his shaft down her throat. A second knelt behind him flicking her tongue over God-only-knew-what. The third girl ran her hands up and down the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen as if she was inspecting The Statue of David for flaws.

She dexterously juggled my balls with her slender fingers, rubbed my shaft with long, sensuous strokes intermixed with quicker, harder hand-tugs, the silver bands on her thumbs flashing. My body quivered with delight, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better than having my girlfriend’s mother jerk me off while my girl frolicked in a bikini in the blistering background, Leslie put my piece in her personal piece de resistance by seizing my prick at the base and tonguing my hood. ‘Yeah, suck my cock, Mrs Warren!’ I groaned, my knees buckling with the sexual weight of the well-aged brunette lashing at my bloated cock-top with her slippery tongue.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

It was clear from the atmosphere that no one liked where this was going. "You're not going to sell me, are you?" Arya asked, shrinking into her chair. "Oh my! How can I do that? Sadly, that's illegal." Lillian let out a small chuckle at Arya's outburst. She was certainly in a good mood. "I'm simply offering a marriage contract to your daughter, Arya Pierce ."

Shalling seemed completely comfortable, though she was growing visibly tipsy. I decided to take a chance. I needed to speed up the process, to pull her back into her past. She had to become a committed lesbian again to push Kova out. I could play that game of same sex until my mission was accomplished. "It's late, Shalling. Should we get a lounge here, or do you need to go home?" Shalling waved a dismissive hand, her eyes glazed. "Anywhere I can get a good sleep," she muttered. My heart leaped. An unusual, lustful energy surged through me. My eyes flickered over her, imagining how she would look without her clothes.

she said, “So give me what I want. I want it even more than you do.” She had me. It was me who was snared as much as she was, swimming in my own seedy urges as she submitted so perfectly. I pulled my fingers free of her ass, tugged her butt to the edge of the table and lined my dick up. Double penetration was going to be rough, so I hoped she was a brave little angel. This was going to be the roughest she’d ever taken. Her ass was dry and tight. Her pussy was stretched wide around the plastic cock as I touched my cock end to her asshole.

This was awakening a sick fantasy in me and I was determined to see it to the end. Father Matthias added another finger, scissoring them inside me as he felt my pussy squeezing around them. "She's so tight, Damon. No wonder men fall at her feet during confessions. No wonder they always ask for sister Leah to oversee their confessions. Tell me, sister, did you seduce them too? Show them this pretty cunt that's soaking me? Did you drip for them the way you drip for us now? No? I thought so." He thrust his fingers hard and fast, matching Father Damon's brutal pace in my mouth.

All she wanted was to drown herself in the warmth of the mature man above her. Seeing such a blatant plea from the girl, Lucien no longer held himself back. The well-built man slid his body down, letting his hard, tensed masculine existence shift slowly, tracing the surface of her abdominal skin down to the most sensitive area below. The friction created between them without any barrier sent a powerful electric shock, triggering a wave of heat that instantly scorched Isolde’s consciousness.