Women Scissoring Gif Novels & Stories

The two were already having sex right in front of Grayson. Their legs intertwined as they rubbed their pussies together—scissoring, that’s what it’s called. Two girls going at it. The third woman was still on the pole, dancing and grinding. She’d occasionally rub her pussy on the metal, moaning softly to herself. It was all insanely hot. But for Grayson, it didn’t do anything. He was just sitting there, fly open, his limp dick out of his boxers. He’d been jerking off for a while, trying to get it hard. But nothing.

And the whole time, Prisha and the other girls were just watching me. Then McKenzie put her hand on her long, hard cock and started to stroke herself slowly. I pushed my finger the rest of the way inside of me, gasping in pain and pleasure as I watched. Her hand gripped her cock tightly, moving up and down her long shaft, bumping her balls and squeezing right up to her bulbous tip. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Clara followed her lead, stroking her cock forcefully, her balls slapping against her leg. She bit her upper lip, looking sexy as she worked.

“He’s so thick.” We watched. Moved together. Fingers joined toys — Tessa’s fingers found my clit while I circled hers. Wet sounds mixed with the video. “God,” she breathed, “we should try scissoring sometime. Just grind until we explode.” I laughed softly — breathless. “We should.” She grinned. Turned the rabbit higher. I matched her rhythm. Toys thrusting, fingers rubbing, hips rocking against hands. Climax hit us almost at the same time — her cry sharp, mine low and broken. Bodies shaking. Toys buried deep. Cum dripping down thighs (lube and slick). We rode it out, foreheads pressed, breathing each other’s air.

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

I placed an absentminded kiss on my tiny girl's neck as I finally stated, "I dare you and Rebecca to scissor for a full minute, but neither of you are allowed to orgasm." The four of us all giggled at this, as Alicia quickly stood up and picked up Rebecca bridle-style without any effort. Rebecca giggled louder and wound her arms around the black girl's neck. Alicia casually lay Rebecca down on the floor and sat down across from her. Both girls then intertwined their legs and moaned as their pussies rubbed against each other. Rebecca and Alicia then arched their backs and began to grind against each other.

“You will see. Don’t be impatient, Babe.” I unpacked one of the strongest vib.rator. This is my favorite of everything I’ve bought. I’ve tried it on the women I’ve brought here and they enjoy using it. They didn’t just roll their eyes off, but they screamed in death. Everyone I sleep with is staring at the exhibition I can do with them. And I let them go for so long that they will never forget whom they fvcked with. I took the scissors to open her blouse. I am careful the scissors will not touch or scratch her skin. She is between me. “Don’t lie down if you don’t want to be stabbed or injured. It will be wasted if your skin will get ugly.”

She didn't realize how wet she was then, but now she could feel it as Scott's fingers slicked with her passion. Scott's little kisses slowly descended, leaving a wet trail on the surface of his skin. Grace's fingers drifted through the ripples of her hair, feeling the throbs of pain and release that was being felt throughout her body. Scott explores her secret garden with a gentle massage, which is soon followed by kisses and licks that send her soaring to the seventh heaven. Scott's other hand unlatched her bra, quickly making it feel loose against her chest. Grace felt herself exposed in the face of Scott, but she didn't feel awkward or embarrassed at all. His breaths were slow and deep, m

Then she pulled out, unstrapped, and maneuvered us into the filthiest position yet. “Time to scissor like you mean it,” she said, lying beside me, hooking our legs together so our pussies aligned perfectly. She ground down hard — clit to clit, slick and swollen, the angle perfect. We tribbed like animals — hips snapping, bodies slapping, her pinning my tied hands above my head with one hand while the other mauled my breast. “So fucking wet for your step-sister,” she panted. “Gonna make you squirt all over me again.”

My body shakes, my breath leaving me in a broken moan, my cock twitching with the aftershocks. The woman watches, her eyes dark with satisfaction, before she brings her cum-covered fingers to her lips, licking them clean. “Good boy,” she purrs. She stands, her heels clicking against the concrete as she steps back. The strangers on the other side of the glory holes are gone, the warehouse suddenly quiet except for our ragged breathing. The woman looks down at us…me, Scott, Cory and Brandon, our bodies spent, our lips swollen, our cocks softening. She smiles, the whip dangling from her fingers.

“Let me show you how two women really fuck.” She began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Their slick folds slid together perfectly...wet, hot, and slippery...with their swollen clits rubbing directly against each other in rhythmic friction. The new position allowed them to grind deeply, scissoring their legs together so every movement sent sparks of pleasure through both women. Jessica gasped sharply, her hands flying to Claire’s hips as she tried to match the motion. “Oh… fuck…” she moaned, her voice trembling.