Women Scissoring Gif Novels & Stories

She reaches down and spreads my legs, then shifts so her pussy is pressed directly against mine. The sensation of her wet heat against me makes us both moan. "This is called tribbing," she says, starting to move her hips. "Also known as scissoring, though I hate that term. It's fucking. Pure and simple." She grinds against me and the friction is incredible. Our clits are rubbing together, our wetness mixing, and I've never felt anything like this. "Touch yourself," she orders. "Play with your tits while I fuck you."

They roll over the floor, their legs tangled, their pussies grazing each other. Their breasts rub together in the process and I increase my pacing over my rock-hard dick. Their rolling continues. But you know what’s most arousing about it all? It’s the fact that they manage to scissor themselves as they roll around. The red-haired’s eyes close for a moment, and she cries from the marvelous pleasure filling her nerves. She digs her hand into the brunette’s, kissing the girl’s lips as the girl roughly kiss her cunt over the red haired’s. When it seems the red haired’s strength is giving away, the brunette uses that as an opportunity and comes above her partner.

“Because I’m going to slide another one in.” And true to my promise, I angled another finger to join the first, pushing two digits up that sweet hole, sliding in and out smoothly before scissoring them, circling to loosen that swollen flesh. “Oh!” she screamed. “Oh god!” she shrieked, slapping her hands against the stall walls for balance.

The door opened again and a short, blue haired lady walked in with the maniac and one blue haired guy behind her. “Ooh let's get started!” she squealed and giggled. The maniac dropped a bag on the floor beside Avril's legs and took a scissors from within. He cut Avril's legs free and held them on place. The other man bent beside him and held her legs too. Avril waited patiently for the right time to kick their faces and run up. But they held her legs in place there. The ladies began to bring out things from the bag while giggling and whispering things to each other. They were bringing out all manner of se.x toys while the men watched them.

We pressed together. We must have scissor for at least a half hour- minimum. I couldn’t get enough of her warmth. It was amazing. That’s when she stopped. I thought I was going to go crazy, I’d climaxed at least once while we were scissoring, but I’m kind of multi orgasmic so I couldn’t be sure. That’s when she put her hands on both sides....

Blake ignored Aiden and kept watching the show. She chuckled seeing his astonished expression, before grabbing the velour covering of her panties and slowly, steadily, pushing it to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her panties. Pushing them to the side, she pressed her dripping wet sex against his dick, slowly starting to ride him, moving up and down as on a fairground pony. Josh couldn't believe what was happening, and neither could the public, many of them sitting with very obvious erections, and several others have already unbuttoned their pants. With his hands-free, he grabbed the black-haired woman's tits and started slowly massaging them until her nipples were standing upright ag

she whispered, her touch bold yet gentle. I gasped, the vibration jolting through me, my legs trembling as the sensation ignited a fire deep within. “Silence is key,” the purple-masked woman teased, her fingers joining the toy, slipping under my panties to rub my clit, stretching me with two digits. The risk of discovery amid the masked crowd fueled my arousal, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan as the red-masked woman knelt, tugging my panties down, her tongue licking my folds with a deliberate hunger, sucking my clit with a skill that made my knees buckle. The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool ai

My sister winks, earning a nervous gulp from me. "Ow!" I yelp as the lady pulls another strip off, removing my hair from a ridiculously sensitive area. The burn intensifies as she adds another strip of hot wax against my skin, places a cloth strip on top of it, then repeats the painful, near torturous ladyscaping process. "Fuck!" I groan loudly, my fingers gripping the side of the table while the soles of my feet press tightly together in a butterfly position. Tarra begins laughing beside me before the lady removes another strip from her groin, earning an even louder groan. She sighs, "If my date doesn't work out, then I hope my vibrator appreciates this shit."

he finally said, his grip relaxing, but not enough for me to feel safe. His grip went slowly as he dragged the scissors down my bare body, tracing sweet patterns over my skin. Its unyielding bite against my heated flesh sent a shiver straight through me. I wanted to twist away, to reclaim some dignity, but my unfaithful body desperately stayed rooted beneath his touch. He let out a mocking laugh. “See? You’re trembling.” “Yes, I knew you’d enjoy it,” Another slap, this time in between my laps. The quick burst of pain only made the soft ache between my legs intensified. He pressed the blade of the scissors flat against my stomach, letting it rest there before he slid it lower again.

Luna cried and struggled in my tight hold to grab the scissor away from my hand, but the sharp edge of the scissor cut her palm due to her struggling, making her flinch, "Ahh!" While I collected the scissor and threw it away to the floor and strongly gripped her closer.