Lesbian Stories

Tanner grunts as he pounds into Veronica from behind, her massive tits bouncing with each thrust. "Fuck yeah, take this dick!" He slaps her ass, leaving a red handprint. Veronica moans loudly, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes. "Yes, yes! Harder! Ruin my cunt!" Tanner grabs her hair and yanks her head back, fucking her savagely. "Gonna flood this pussy with my cum," he growls. "Please, fill me up!" Veronica begs shamelessly.

Edna had mastered the art of living unseen after surviving a heartache that threatened to consume her. Each night, she retreated behind locked doors and drawn curtains, seeking solace in the sanctuary of her innermost thoughts, where apologies for her existence could finally fall away. One fateful night, her routine was shattered when an intruder caught her masturbating. A muscled, bound woman took her roughly without mercy.

Chelsea Miller is a 25-year-old Makeup Artist. She cohabitates with her boyfriend Aston whom she hopes to marry one day. However, Ashton does not have plans to be tied down to any one woman. He feels variety is the spice of life and lives to his motto. One day, Chelsea arrives home early from work she gets to witness her boyfriend of five years sexing two women in their bed. She threatens to leave. Find out what happens when Chelsea heads to Pleasure Island and goes buck wild.

The chief seeks revenge the Indian way, long, slow and agonizing.

Jenna is afraid that her husband is losing interest in her, so she enrolls in a "Wife Boot Camp" to become a better wife and lover. At the "Boot Camp" she is under the control of two teenage girls who act as her "drill sergeants." The drill sergeants fuck Jenna nightly with a strapon cock, teaching her new ways of satisfying her husband. But the situation becomes complicated when Jenna falls in love with her 14-year-old drill sergeant who fucks her better than her husband ever did.

Dave likes them young... Dave likes them Old... Dave likes themMale or Female. Linda gets off on helping her Brother have Sex.

Samantha entered the lobby like velvet sin. Curvy and lush, heavy natural breasts strained her black corset, pale skin glowing, silver barbells through hard dark nipples. Wide hips swayed in ripped fishnets, violet-streaked black hair framing green eyes. She had known it was me. “Surprise, Cousin,” she smiled. In the suite her massive tits spilled free. A true goth pain slut, she begged for blood taboo, her thick curves rippling under rough thrusts and slaps in ecstatic ruin.