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She seems she wants more. I stroke her hair as if it were pure wool, I thumb her nipples, then kiss her spine. I slow my thrusts, listening to her. I feel her sex closing on me. She arches her back as she lets out a deep throaty cry. Her creamy liquid came out of her. She screams. Not so loud, but she makes herself be heard. As she screams: “Mistress, he is great! You’ll love it. Thank you! Thank you”.

I moaned lustily when I felt Steve gently kiss my inner thigh, his rough stubble tickling me there too as he worked his way towards my pussy. I pushed my sex towards him when I felt his hot breath on my lips, but he pulled back, teasing me, leaving me desperately wanting more as he mirrored his kisses on my other inner thigh and made my legs quiver. Once more I felt his hot breath on my pussy and I ran my fingers through his short hair, pulling his face against me and feeling his skilled tongue gently parting my lips to sample the flavour of my honeypot. Steve moaned like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted and his deep voice vibrated through the folds of my sex, stimulating my c

While the teen lesbian party was taking place Mother was entertaining two other lesbian women and they watched us at play before retiring to Mother’s grand sex boudoir for an afternoon of sexual pleasure. Both women had military experience and had come to give advice for Mother as she planned to form her own army of lesbian warriors. One of the women was a big powerfully built butch lesbian with strong bulging muscles. Meanwhile the schoolgirl orgy was in full swing with panting and screaming girls playing all over the gardens. As Emily worked my clit I felt the shuddering as an orgasm wracked my body and Emily squealed with pleasure as a jet of pussy juice erupted into her mouth. I squirted

"Oh that's it, right there." Gabrielle might've been an amateur when it came to lesbian lovemaking, but she knew exactly what she liked someone to do to her. It was quickly turning out that Callista liked many of the same things. Keep it up, baby," Callista cried out as she held the back of Gabrielle's head, "We're almost there."

Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man. “Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…” He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat.

Ida's words dissolved into a moan as Amelie's tongue pressed harder. Lydia rose from her chair. She crossed to them, her robe gliding off her shoulders. She knelt beside Amelie, her hand sliding into Amelie's copper hair, and she leaned in, her tongue joining her niece's on Ida's clit. Ida's world went white. Two tongues, two sets of lips, two women moaning against her cunt. She felt Lydia's fingers slide into her alongside Amelie's, felt them curl in unison, and she came with a scream that echoed off walls.

“All of it.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall. My panties slid down next, damp with proof of how badly I wanted this. Damon was on me in a second, pulling me against his chest, his mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue slid deep, greedy, tasting me like he owned me. His hand squeezed my ass, fingers sliding between my thighs, groaning when he felt how soaked I was. “She’s dripping,” he muttered against my lips. Sterling moved behind me, his presence like a shadow. His hands gripped my hips, grounding me, his voice low in my ear. “On the desk.”

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.

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Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.