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“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla

I sucked in my breath, the sight of the whip landing on her ass making my pussy grip at the same time, made my heart quiver. Then the older lady had her turn to eat pussy. Her lips rolled so sweetly I could see the strands drawn by pussy juice all over her lips. She ate with so much intensity that I struggled to get my legs closed as I watched. Her occasional slutty moans as she ate made my pussy swell with a tingling grip. Then came the scissoring. Fuck! How I loved to watch lesbians throb their pussies together. The way their soft bodies collided as they hugged, their sloppy clits glided over each other as they kissed them together made my nipples ache so badly.

the seer half whispered. “This is not my mate, Sameen. She died in my arms, and I buried her with our child. I don't know what gibberish you're speaking, but this… this is a human pet brought by the pet hunter,” I scoffed, turning to walk away. I had had enough of the rubbish she was spouting. “You felt it, Damien. Your mate is dead, but this is a reincarnation of her. The one the moon goddess has given you for a second chance. I don't know why, but she is the one,” the seer insisted, her voice earnest.

She’d decided to have one of those Pleasure Parties with the girls to embarrass Dana with the toys and stuff. All the boxes and displays were opened by the hostess. The girls giggled and laughed at the dildos and vibrators in various shapes and sizes. They turned out the lights for a demo of glow in the dark toys. They even had a condom blow-up contest that Leslie won. This was no surprise to most, being she was by far the slut of the bunch with a reputation for an infatuation with giving blow-jobs. The oils and creams were the most interesting. They applied them to each other and felt the textures and feeling of the lotions.

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

VANCE'S POV WHILE in the last line of what Wena was saying I stepped closer to Clodeth but Quenie preceded me to approach there. Quenie confronted Clodeth and gave her a loud slap. We were all surprised. Oh no, these women are really robbing me of the scene. Come on girls! It's my time to shine! “I’m a lesbian,” Queenie said. "Ten percent of our members in the sorority are lesbians. As our leader, is that what you would say? Is that what we hear from you? How can you lead us well if you hate those like us?"

Moans a shield in the air as the fuck fest rages on. Sitting in the center of the den is Uncle Raven, surrounded by the newest women he obtained— Latinas, Africans, Asians, Europeans. His deft hands are fondling their breasts and asses, spanking them to his delight. The women are moaning at his every touch, dripping down their legs. Fuck, that sight is pleasing. The music rushes through my veins, magnifying the arousal I'm already feeling. “Come on, light me a cigar,” Raven orders the girls. They all rush to the cigar, wanting to be the one to do it.

Thia murmured, her voice already raspy. Leah arched, gasping. “Oh my goodness, yes… right there.” Before I knew it, they were on the counter; Leah at the edge, legs spread wide. Thia rummaged through the drawer, pulling out a thick, double ended dildo; veiny and realistic, at least about ten inches in each side. Leah laughed breathlessly. “What if he opens the drawer and finds this there?”

she whispered. Elena took her time undressing me fully, though I wore only the memory of the night before. Her mouth followed the path of her hands, lingering on my breasts, then my stomach, then the sensitive insides of my thighs. By the time she reached my center I was aching. She parted me with her fingers and licked with the same careful attention I had given her, building me slowly. One finger, then two, thrusting in a steady rhythm while her tongue worked my clit. The pleasure climbed in tight waves. When she added a third finger and sucked harder I broke, coming with a sharp cry, hips rising against her mouth.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'