Sapphic Erotica Novels & Stories

He pressed gently against my swollen folds through the cloth. “So wet already,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Your body knows exactly what it needs.” He rubbed slow circles over my most sensitive spot. My hips jerked forward on their own, a broken whimper escaping my throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything I had ever felt. My knees trembled, threatening to give out but Silas caught me, holding me steady against the wall while his fingers continued their wicked work. “Let go, sweet Mary. Let me show you how good it can feel to sin.”

She was so unbelievably tight, so hot, and so impossibly wet that I felt like I was being swallowed by a volcano. "Oh, fuck," she hissed, her head tossing back, the blonde wig falling slightly away. "You're so deep. You're hitting everything, Creighton." She began to move, and it was clear why she was a superstar on OnlyFans. She had a rhythmic control over her hips that was breathtaking. She ground her pelvis against mine, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone with every downward stroke. She wasn't just bouncing; she was rolling her hips, a slow, circular motion that maximized the friction against every inch of my shaft.

“Does Felix finger this married pussy the way you need? Or does he just give you quick, polite little fucks?” “N-no… he doesn’t,” I moaned, pushing back toward his hand despite myself. The confession made me feel filthy and alive. David chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.” His thick fingers teased my slick folds, spreading the foamy soap over my swollen clit. He circled it slowly at first, then plunged two rough fingers deep inside my pussy without warning. I cried out. God, the stretch was immediate and intense. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot that made my toes curl.

“Ahhh… yes, right there…” My voice stretched longer this time, Ryan’s mouth moved to my breast, sucking one nipple between his lips while his fingers continued their slow circles. Lucas added a third finger, stretching me wider, and the fullness made my toes curl. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Lucas’s cock, finding him already half-hard again. He groaned against my mouth, hips shifting forward into my grip. “Fuck… Sophie, your hand feels so good…” I stroked him slowly, feeling him thicken and lengthen in my palm. Ryan pulled his fingers out and shifted down the bed, settling between my spread thighs. He dragged his tongue through my pussy. The sensation made my hips jerk.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Her hips bucked forward, searching for friction. His fingers finally touched her pussy. He rubbed her swollen clit in slow, light circles. Lila moaned louder. She tried to press harder against his hand, but he pulled back every time she got close. He dipped two thick fingers just inside her entrance, spreading her wetness around, then pulled them out again. The teasing made her eyes water with frustration. “Please, Damien…” she begged, voice shaky. “I need it.” He slapped her pussy lightly. The wet smack made her cry out.

She knew the desire was already obvious on her face as well so she didn't hesitate to do as he said. She began to grind and even brought her protruding jewel closer to his masculinity while still sitting on it. She moved to rub her femininity with only thin panties covering it. She was not afraid to do that because she knew that his maleness was also lifeless because of his condition. His two hands were holding her waist again to help her move her body against him. "Damn! Aaaghhhh!" his violent growl was quite loud.

As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"