Mosaic; Office Lesbian Gets Pussy Licked in Lockerroom

“Oh my god!” Soraya cried, her bronze body bending lasciviously on the bed. Of course, I couldn’t see her body since my face was planted firmly between her thick thighs, my tongue japan doing magic to her little clit. I’d never been with another woman before. Despite my lecherous reputation, I’d been firmly heterosexual, but now? I didn’t think there was a thing on two legs I wouldn’t fuck. It wasn’t just because I had both sets of parts either; it was deep in my blood. I was more than just a loose high-elf woman, and Lesbian more than just a hotblooded man; I was something… dark. And so was she, the one we once called ‘Sullen Soren,’ this ‘Soraya,’ this beautiful bronze creature with hair like snow and a voice that dripped with untapped masochism. Oh, it tickled something in me to hear those vulnerable cries, to feel the way she writhed in reaction to every motion of my lips and tongue. I growled into her virgin depths, and snaked my tongue between her folds. She went rigid, her heels pressing into the bedding, her ass driving upward as I rose with her, the tip of my tongue finding that spot within her, exploiting it mercilessly, tasting the decadent salt of her. I watched her from her crotch, my nose smooshing against her engorged clit, my muzzle wet with her lust. She was pussy bound to the bedposts at the wrists and ankles—her idea, but one I was more than willing to going along with. Yes, I was beginning to realize who the new me was, and so was she. We were perfect for each other. “Eva, make me come!” She cried, so high, so pure, and so desperate. I pulled away from her, licking my lips, leaving her mewling and whining for my touch. “You used to think you were so much better than me.” I said as I tested the rope on her left ankle. If there was anything I learned in ranger training, it was how to tie a knot. “Eva!” Soraya whined, shifting her hips to entice me, jutting her chest to present her ballooning breasts. They were the largest of all of ours, and she didn’t seem to know what to do with them before. She knew now; oh, she knew very well what to do with her feminine body now. I drew my hands up calves, up her thighs, and traced the fingertips along the path, turning them to fingernails, dragging them like ten little knives to the apex of her legs. Her flower practically bloomed for me, its slit blushing and leaking, the hidden petals becoming vivid pink. I was so hard. This masculine desire I felt, this near-rage, it felt so right with the feminine thrumming of my nethers, a duet that sung a sadist’s melody. Carefully, I plucked Soraya’s swollen clit between my thumbnail and forefinger nail. She gasped, the intake that of lick anticipation, waiting for pain, for humiliation, for pleasures that both of us were virgin to, but that both of us knew deep in our bones. “And what are you now?” I whispered, slowly pinching my fingers, “A little masochistic bitch who ties herself up on her maiden night?” “Eva!” Soraya cried. “You were never a man!” I snarled, pulling her pearl outward from its hood, hearing her shrill song sound from her full lips. “You were just a little fag waiting for cock the whole time, weren’t you? Now you’ve got it. Now you’ve got all you want!” “Oh god, give it to me!” She screamed. I loomed above her, one hand pressing against the headboard to keep me parallel, the other twisting to torture her clit. “Confess to me.” I hissed, “I want to hear it from those slutty lips that judged me for so many years. Tell me what you are.” She bit her lip and whimpered, such vulnerability she displayed behind her blue lenses, and all for me. “I’m a little whore.” She whispered, “I’m… your little whore, Mistress.” “Mistress? No. Call me… Domina.” I twisted harder, and her entire body bowed from the bed, “I’m not your asian mistress or your master; I’m your pimp. As we left Lesbian the last bar it was time to say goodbye to Clara and Emma. She wanted to use her computer and play a few games, but it was already packed away in her luggage, the only other option was the television, but her mind was far too active and alert to be distracted by that alone. She paused for a moment, seeing the conversation he probably expected play out before her, reassuring him he'd find someone, that she had just been shallow, that he was beautiful and kind and funny and any girl would be lucky to have him. In the gym, all people could talk about as the countdown to the new year began, was how Marie had kneed Frank in the groin, and then with one single punch, knocked Frank out on the stage; everyone except Craig Zander. There were deep shadows everywhere, and strange looking pieces of equipment the big stud could not identify. "Daddy..." she whispered into his neck, shifting her hips It was solved when Julie pulled herself off my cock japan and made a spot laying on the bed in fetal position sucking on Diane’s tits. It didn’t. When he kids came down, asian they looked like clean versions of the same kids, but I looked at them differently. Strolling into the weight room there was Daddy. Slowly, mother and daughter dressed smiling at each other. Chelsea had been jilling herself for years, but nothing had ever felt this good. I had the power. I could feel the wetness between my legs. When he had thrust back in and moved the washcloth in he had lined himself up perfectly with Juliana's little pussy. I had a ton of questions and they were mostly about what I was getting Ashley into if I brought her out there. Derrick's eyes flew wide as he could only stare at Shelby after her remark. I licked her and fingered her even more vigorously until she could stand it no longer. Keep your cell on." I would love pounding my cock in you while you ate her out, how fucking hot would that be. “You do look good.” I said. She wouldn't let lick me go all the way but did let me finger her cunt, wet and warm to my fingers. All Josh could pussy do is shake his head and chuckle to himself. “I felt it when I kissed your pussy. His arms. But he quickly removed his fingers and she was again left on the edge of a vast cliff but never allowed to go over the edge. She read the list slowly.