Novel & Cerita Read Lesbian Erotica

My Lesbian Girlfriend (3) “On your knees,” I said, “I want to see how wet you are for me.” Elira didn’t need asking twice and knelt in front of me, her face buried in the pillows as she wiggled her ass and pussy. “So pretty,” I said, spreading her wide and trailing my fingers over her soaking lips. I could tell from her little gasps she was more than ready and I didn’t make her wait, delving my tongue between her folds, enjoying the sweet taste of her desire.

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

Kissing and rolling her thumb around his nipples. Growling at the intensity of the pleasure, Aiden cupped her breast. When he broke the kiss, he slapped her nipples teasingly. “Now, be a good girl and fuck her.” Aiden ordered. “What? Aiden!” Lisa bites out, her resistance flooding through her. She rarely acts lesbian sex and she can’t wrap her mind why Aiden wanted this now. However, Aiden only wanted to derive pleasure in watching the girls and also to come up with all the fantasy their viewers harbor in mind.

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

Taylor stepped out of them, her glistening pink snatch bare and beautiful. Her wetness spread before my eyes. My feet were resting between hers, keeping them shoulder width apart and thus providing an uncensored view. As the seconds passed, the abundance of moisture gathered between her labia and trickled right down her evenly tanned thighs. A single droplet was seized by gravity and born directly onto my bare foot. The echo of that splash filled my universe. I dragged a finger from the back of her slit up to and over her clit. It was a little marble of a bud that peeked out like a budding flower upon receiving my touch. "I rest my case. Taylor Stern, closet lesbian."

Vaguely remembering a scene from the lésbian flick still playing on the television, I guide her onto the couch, her ass barely resting on the cushion. I push her legs together, leaving them spread just slightly apart. With my fingers, I part her swollen labia, revealing the hard, glistening bud of her clît. I straddle her, hovering just above her, our heat mingling. Then, I lower myself, my pûssy pressing flush against hers. A gush of arousal seeps from me at the sensation of our slick folds brushing together, our juices mixing. She grabs my ass again, urging me to move.

I feel a fresh rush of wetness between my legs, my pussy clenching at the tease. Javier picks out the matching thong, thin and barely there. He kneels in front of me, sliding it up my thighs slow, his mouth so close to my core I can feel his exhale. "Spread wider, Amaya," he orders, and I do, my legs parting as he settles the lace over my slick folds. His thumb grazes my clit through the material, and I gasp, hips bucking forward. "Fuck, you're dripping again. Can't even dress without wanting our cocks." He smirks up at me, licking his lips like he wants to dive in right there.

No girls who play baseball ever complained about having to wear tight pants, but I couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. "You always look like you're thinking," Charlotte said, causing me to turn my head to her. The laptop screen cast a glow on her face. My heart lurched forward when she didn't look away. Her eyes seemed like they couldn't decide between green or blue. If I leaned another inch forward, not only our thighs were met but our lips too. It began to feel as if there was a magnetic pull coming from her. But suddenly I heard Stefanie's big voice as she barged into the room.

When one had to cross between worlds to be with the other, the purest form of love bloomed and flourished even in the darkest place of Erebus. Hades kissed Persephone on the mouth so deeply, drawing on her beautiful scented breath like it was her own. Leaving the maiden gasping for air, she licked her way down Persephone's chin and burrowed her face into her firm round breasts. The dark goddess squeezed and devoured the hardened nipples earnestly. It made Persephone's heart leap against her ribs, and she gripped the silk on the bed and arched her dainty form. Her lovely face contorted with a strange new pleasure. Hades's hot tongue scorched her skin like melting lava. The goddess pressed her