Novel & Cerita Woman Sex Stories

Jessica sucked her lower lip between her teeth, working her finger in and out of her p***y. The sight of him shoving his c**k into that woman was too much to bear. He was so powerful. From his side-view, Jessica could see his shoulders flexing beneath his shirt and his hands gripping the woman's hips. His jaw clenched, his body working hers fast and furious. And then Jessica was cumming, her orgasm spilling all over her fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut, listening to the screams coming from the redhead, the screams that Jessica couldn't echo unless she wanted to draw attention to herself. When the waves had receded, Jessica opened her eyes.

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

"Oh no! I'm not blaming women for men's infidelity. As a woman, I would never do something like that. But what I wanted to do was to provide a different perspective. What if wives can do the same thing mistresses do to their men?" "Like what?" "Good sex." When she realized Peter was listening, her eyes widened. "I'm sorry, I forgot we had a minor on the table." She laughed like lunatic. "I guess this isn't the best place to bring up this subject," Miguel remarked lightly. "Yeah, I agree." Isabella smiled at them as she wiped her lips with a table napkin. "I'm looking forward to our TV interview. Then we can talk some more. I believe you have a lot of intriguing questions for me."

Unfortunately, the captive woman was able to finish off her second visitor, so she was left unsatisfied. Shamira lost track of the next hour, but she was visited by everyone still in the house at least once. She had orgasmed two more times, swallowed multiple men's seed, and was dripping more down the inside of her thigh. Her face felt sticky from all the female expenditures that she had coaxed forth. She knew Renata wasn't there, and she thought Banshee and Reaper were both off on business, but that left Shane, Monique, Raul, Bjorne, Lillian, and Clara --

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

I need an answer. He flips open the folder and throws a dozen crime scene photos on the desk. Right away, I notice that they’ve all been taken in a road, and some are in the white honda civic. A woman is lying in the backseat, covered in blood. Her eyes are expressionless. Her torso and chest are mutilated, skin gouged and scraped. I drop my purse, and my hands immediately cover my mouth as I let out a gasp and a whimper. I drop to the side of the desk, regurgitating a bit of my lunch into my mouth. The acid burns as I try to force it back down, but this only makes my eyes well up with tears even more.

His hand touched my lower back once, just to guide me past some people. That small touch made my skin burn. I wanted his hands under my dress right now, grabbing my bare ass hard. I felt his hard cock press against me for a second when he got closer. My pussy clenched tight and more wetness soaked my panties. When we got to the women's bathroom, I pushed the door open fast. It was empty. I stepped inside. Rune came in right after me and locked the door. The click made my heart jump. He didn't wait.

I BECAME A GAY BECAUSE WOMEN ARE SCUM. “ I have heard of stories how a man will love a woman and do everything a woman will really want a man to do for her and at the end of the day, she will end up lying to him, cheating on him, and thereafter breaking up with her.” Jefsexy explains as the whole crowd now pays full attention to him.

I've done pretty much everything, and it all feels the same. The industry is okay at its best but is full of self-righteous, self-obsessed pricks who think because they have the prick, they run the show. They see us women as the extra, the ones who can be easily replaced. Yeah, because all those guys out there who fuck me for the cameras will open their legs to a guy. No, they won't, so without women, they have no fucking job. The scripts here start good, but then the jerks decide to go with the flow, and that, is how I ended up with an anal scene I wasn't told about.

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.