Medieval Lesbian Porn Novels & Stories

Her skin flushed hot again, memories flooding back of his eyes peering through the crack of the bathroom door. She leaned back against the cushions, her free hand sliding down unconsciously, resting against her thigh before slipping upward. “Vulnerability,” she whispered, teasing herself slowly, her voice faint but shaking. On the other end of the line, Damien stilled. He hadn’t expected the word to come back to him like that, dripping with heat. He lingered in silence, his breathing uneven. Lena’s eyes fluttered shut. She could almost imagine him there, standing over her, watching the way she spread her legs wider on the couch. Her fingers slipped lower, brushing against her wetness, and a

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

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.

‎With one last thrust, we both lost it, cummin together in a shaking, screaming mess. ‎"Fuck... Liliana!" ‎"Arghh... Joel... Mhmmm fuck!" ‎I collapsed on his firm chest, panting and sweating, my squirt soaking the counter. ‎"Oh Liliana," Joel groaned, "Everyone needs a slutty sister with juicy pussy like you." ‎"Everyone needs a cousin with a big monster cock like yours."

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Kate was a 37-year-old woman with curves that could make angels weep. Her chubby, jiggly ass and thick, succulent lips were the stuff of wet dreams. She had no morals, no inhibitions, and believed that the path to the divine was paved with the sweet nectar of carnal pleasure. Kate had always been drawn to the occult, spending countless nights poring over ancient texts and conducting arcane rituals in the dimly lit basement of her modern house.

When he asked, the old woman squeaked and scratched like a horny man. - She is a beautiful specimen. Chaos said to the baliset in tune. The priestess next to Pietra replied, with her gentle contralto: "It is a known fact that the Lehmann Fuchs begin to grow late, Your Reverence. "That's what I heard, that's what I heard," The man said, albeit with his finger pulling her to the chair, then taking off her panties, opening her legs, sucking her vagina, lowering his head, towards her vagina. She was everything they were looking for, the woman released a sweet pheromone, her vagina was sweet and syrupy.

Jan’s still firm thirty-six C cup size with incredible big nipples on huge aureoles, they must be more than an inch in diameter, are magic for me. “Tell me what both of you want and like, Kate.” “Help us live our our fantasies. “I want my man to masturbate while he watches. Lesbian sex always has an extra dimension with my man watching, enjoying and masturbating,” I tell her as she rubs her cunt on mine as we tongue kiss with the tips of our wet tongues. "That is so good, so fucking good," I moan as she continues to grind her cunt into mine. “And I want you to make me squirt, really squirt,” I whisper as she lays me on my back on the bed, then puts a pillow under my ass.

A black woman was bent over at the waist with a fat cock filling her pussy while her face was being pushed into the juicy cunt of a sitting white girl who had a cock in each hand and a pair of fake tits that were already splattered with cum. Another folder named, "Jills," contained dozens of photos of lesbian sex. There were girls and women eating each other's pussies in sixty-nines. Close-ups of pretty faces pressed against smooth cunts. Pictures of sexy girls kissing, and of naked young bodies held tightly together under a shower head.

Slaves to the lust of our wolves. Continuing to rummage through the desk drawers I uncovered stacks of pornographic magazines, whips, several wooden dildos, one with metal spikes so savage it could only be intended for injuring the receiver. A few black leather paddles and restraints. Zero passcodes. I slam the last drawer door shut and place my hands on my head. “Fuck it,” I growl lowly, looking up at the ceiling. A gentle knock at the door and my stomach flips at the purple figure in the doorway.