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We kept going until we both came hard and fast while swallowing our moans in each other’s kisses. From then on, it became our filthy secret ritual. Every single night, when Mom started moaning Gabriel’s name, Layla and I would lock our bedroom door, strip off our clothes, and devour each other. Fingers turned into tongues and at times we would 69 for hours, licking and sucking each other’s clits while whispering dirty things about him. “Do you think Daddy’s cock is big?” I moaned into Layla’s pussy one night. “I’m sure it’s going to be so big,” she gasped, tongue-fucking me deeper. “I bet he stretches Mom so fucking good…”

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

Jacob let out a breathy laugh, his dark eyes locked on her. "Condom?" she asked, arching a brow. “Trousers," he replied, holding in a strangled moan. Reaching for his discarded trousers, she pulled out a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto him with care. She climbed back into position, her legs bracketing his hips as she prepared to take control. His hands gripped her waist tightly as she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time, and the tightness was uncomfortable, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that made her shiver. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Jacob responded with a sharp s

It was another p**n magazine. “Look at the new one I got yesterday, she said. Scooting over to me. She sat close to me, making sure we were touching each other. She opened the magazine and laid it on her lap as she began to flip through a few pages. It was a new lesbian p**n. “So, you like girls on girls” she asked, staring at me. Yeah, I just realized I like girls when I went to college, so tell me how many ladies have you slept with, she asked.

“But, he did reveal that her secret lover was not a man.” What the fuck? “What in the world?” My mouth fell agape. Aila was screwing another woman? “It was a woman?” Ambrose nodded. “It was.” Now, that’s a different kind of pain. Cheating on your mate was bad enough, but cheating with the same gender, now I know why he was using more than the prescribed dosage. That hurt must have completely shattered him. “Aila was a lesbian?” Same-sex relationships are not common in North America, neither is it unheard of. However, they are a minority in the witch, werewolf and vampire territories.

It said, 'Vera and Sid sharing a bed and are at it whenever poss! This was of course another classic opening gossip move, not particularly evil as gossip openings go, and requiring me to send back something along the lines of 'disgusting hussies. Hope they catch something nasty.' STDs are not a big problem to lesbian lovers, but the actual danger of catching something has never thwarted a vivid imagination nor hindered the gossip mill. Had I written, ‘hope they catch something,’ the whole village would know beyond doubt that Sid had given Vera the clap.

‘Until him, sex for me had been all clumsy boys, a lot of heavy breathing, inexperienced penises, premature ejaculation and crushed breasts,’ Karen said, her inner core tingling and moistening as she watched this brazen foreplay. Had Tony and Armina been lovers? Hot images of them fucking right there in the middle of the restaurant ripped through her mind. Or in the sanctum, perhaps? Maybe he had shown Armina the cartoons, sharing an upsurge of excitement leading to coition? ‘I know. Been there. Done that. It’s enough to turn a girl lesbian.’ Armina, cool as a mountain stream, wriggied her toes against Tony’s cock and then withdrew them. ‘Even is she wasn’t already inclined that way,’ Tony p

I said, rolling my eyes. “What do you mean?! How sure are you?” he asked, shocked by my abrupt response. “Remember the night I had sex with a lady?” I asked, anticipating a reply. “Raymond, you always have sex! Your life revolved around it. Hit the nail on the head, homie, I ain't got enough time” “The truth and dare game I played years back. I was told to have sex with a street girl which I did without hesitation. Remember that night?” I asked, taking a deep inhale.

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