Women Scissoring Gif Novels & Stories

The lady on F******k saw the center fashion wear, and she smirked before bringing out a pair of scissors from her trousers. She approached the dress but heard voices approaching, in a hurry, Alice grabbed the dress and made a scissor tear on it.

—pussy grinding frantically through the mess, her own piss jetting hot over my belly, tits shaking as she rode it out. We slowed panting, cunts still twitching against each other, soaked in everything. “Flip over, let’s scissors now... I need more,” she gasped, pulling off me slick, lying back on the floor herself, legs spread wide. I scrambled up quick, my legs shaking, positioning so our pussies met again side by side, my calves hooking over hers, our cunts aligning perfectly . Scissoring her like this, legs locked, pussies kissing direct again, our piss and cum making everything slippery and nasty. We both thrust forward slowly at first, our clits bumping, lips sliding long, building that

They should also suffer and live a life full of misery. She slowly approached the portrait and loudly threw the wine glass she was holding. Red liquid splattered all over the image. Still unsatisfied, she picked up a large piece of glass and stabbed it into the portrait for as many times as she could. The cracks in the portrait grew larger and larger much to her satisfaction. It felt so good. But she know that it was not enough. It would take way more than a broken portrait to make her feel completely satisfied. Heck, seeing them suffer wouldn't even suffice. She had to see them shattered beyond repair.

In the predominantly white room with various wooden ornaments including the massive window frames, there is no sound other than the intermittent sighs and continuous pounding of a pair of humans without any covering on the bed. The woman squatted over the man holding her waist, pressing deeply into the object entering her snatch, then lifting her buttocks high until the long object was almost released, then repeating the same motion. The long hair behind her continued to swing in various directions at random. Her body was already very wet with sweat, dripping from her tired face that was forced to shake by the hand holding her.

All four women surrounded her. Lena and Valeria held her legs spread wide. Mira straddled her face, grinding her soaked pussy against Giselle’s mouth while Selene fucked her cunt with a thick double-ended strap-on. At the same time, Lena used the powerful wand on her clit and Valeria worked three fingers deep into her ass. They moved in perfect rhythm. Giselle was reduced to a quivering, sobbing, overstimulated wreck. She could only moan and beg incoherently between licks.

She grabs a thick double-ended dildo, straps on a powerful wand vibrator, and positions herself between my thighs. “Time to scissor your sloppy cunt, bestie.” She pushes one end of the thick toy deep into her own dripping pussy, then slams the other end into mine. We both moan as our pussies connect, the toy buried inside both of us. She turns on the wand and presses it between us, right against our clits. The vibration is brutal. We start grinding hard — wet, filthy, desperate scissoring. Our soaked pussies slap together around the toy, creamy cum from her dad mixing with our fresh juices and dripping everywhere. The sound is obscene.

“You heard him,” “He wants us to scissors.” I swallowed hard. My legs were still shaking. My clit was still throbbing from the way she licked me like I was her last meal. I could feel her fingers on my skin. Her breath. Her cum-soaked mouth. I was a mess, and she still wasn’t done. “Come here,” she murmured, spreading her thighs wider, her panties already discarded, her cunt glistening in the low light. “I’ll press your tits while we scissor. Let me feel your pussy on mine.”

The vibrator's tip pressed against her sensitive clit, the vibration jolting her like electricity. 'Oh fuck... Damian!' Scarlett gasped, her hips bucking against the restraint. The toy buzzed relentlessly, circling her swollen nub, sending sparks up her spine. Her petite body arched, small breasts jiggling with each tremor. She felt so vulnerable, tied and on display, the office walls seeming to close in with the scent of their arousal—musk and cum thick in the air.

*Snip* Snip* Snip* Do Sejin doesn't waste his time and cuts off her troublesome dress with the scissors that he found in the drawer. After chopping off all the clothing from her body, he takes a thorough look. The woman is lying naked on the bed under the dim light coming from the bed lamp. When he takes off his shirt, she lets out a sigh and meets his eyes. There is sadness and desire in her eyes. She is clearly heartbroken. Do Sejin leans down and softly licks her lips to soothe her down. He pats her hair and asks, "Do you want me to continue?"

She couldn't stop replaying the scene in her head, no matter what she did. Emma was sitting on the table, a vibrator in her hand, her skirt was gone, and she was caressing the tips with her tongue. Scarlet was sitting next to the door, staring at Simon's pictures, which she had taken without his knowledge. Just looking at his pictures alone made her feel wet between her legs. "'Fuck, he's so hot!" Scarlet muttered, rubbing the picture with her thumb. "Emma moaned, fucking herself with the vibrator. 'I can't manage to control my urge until we find a room... Yes!' She drilled herself really fast. Scarlet shook her head and turned her gaze away from her.