Thick Ebony Lesbians Novels & Stories

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

They looked at us like we were cargo. "Line up," the yellow-eyed envoy barked. We stood in a messy row. Lydia, the freckled girl, the other brunette, and me. I stood at the end. Next to them, I looked like a giant. My gray wool sweater was dirty at the elbows, my jeans were stiff with dried road mud, and my hair was a wild nest of curls. The massive double doors of the obsidian hall groaned open. A group of men stepped out. They didn't wear coats; they wore heavy leather vests and dark trousers, their bare arms thick with muscle and old battle scars. These weren't regular wolves. Their shoulders were broader, their bones thicker. Lycans.

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

ON THE darkest part of Dilim City, bordering the Midnight and Crescent District, the crooked alleys pulsed with noise, vendors shouting over black-market relics, immortals haggling beside glowing potion stalls, and drunken Gwiazdan shifters stumbling from taverns thick with smoke. The place was the filthiest corner of Nacht Territory, a place nobles pretended not to know existed. It was the so-called Wild Niche. Eshnu loved every second of chaos around him. He immediately went into the Wild Niche after the confrontation with Hevian to meet a certain individual.

with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready. The preparation was extensive. Full body waxing. Makeup applied to perfection. Hair styled. Bodies oiled until their skin gleamed. Each angel wore the same uniform: a black silk robe that would be removed the moment they entered their assigned stations. "Room assignments," announced Mistress Katrina, the club's manager....a severe woman in her fifties who ran The Obsidian with military precision. "Maya, you're in the Velvet Room tonight. We have eighteen members booked for gloryhole service between 9 PM and 2 AM. Think you can handle that?"

I like her! And the friend… skinny and sexy, with a pussy that calls to your soul, too tight looking like it's delicate, like you’ll break her if you force in… Meanwhile, it's the same pussy taking my big fingers a moment ago, sucking them in and demanding more. Freaking slut she has trapped between her legs. I continue stroking myself as I approach them. Not for once do I look away. What's more iconic than having your pussy in different flavors? Well grilled, like the ebony queen kneeling before me, and well seasoned like the light-skinned lady?

No camaraderie between friends, none of the love which children inspire, all was a scene of boundless squalor, of unsavory boredom in every sordid relation. Shock and terror entered her heart. She had underestimated her daughter's threat and the power of her magical darts. If the earth kept going without love, all life would perish. And each immortal god would shrink and wither along with it. Venus herself had noticed the change in her beauteous person. She quickly got off her couch and stood before her massive mirror. There was a single silver hair on her godhead. A single silver hair among the gold was like a poison needle plunging deep into her heart.

It was raining cat and dogs and the thunder clapped giving room for fear. "Why do you have to separate the two?" "Because that's what i have to do." Then the thunder rumbled loudly. "And they must never come together." NISHA’S POV The five of them were positioned around me, naked and I bit my lower lip, ready to be devoured by these hot men. Looking at each disk, I could feel myself wanting them inside of me, immediately. There were a lot of foreplay, and just as they all they positioned their dick in every hole in my body, I woke up instantly.

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

I stuttered. A chirpy blonde approached me in all smiles. “Hi, I’m Raina” she introduced, pointing over to a red-haired girl. “And that’s my mate, Sheena. We’re representing the vampire district” Her mate was..a girl? “Raina, you’re...” “I’m a lesbian” She concludes. The smile on her face slowly waxes off as she asks “Does that disgust you?” “Not at all” I say. “I think it’s cute. You two make a cute couple”