I glanced down to her lips but then I scooted away while clearing my throat. She hmm'd, "You tried to kiss me again." I shook my head and said "Nope. I didn't, I tried not to kiss you, as you see." She rolled her eyes with a soft smile. "Maybe if you did let me kiss you...just once, I would stop trying." She sighed softly "I got my doctorate at 24 You know I'm not a dumbass right?" I just let out a soft sigh "Thank you for everything" I hugged her and held her tightly. She wrapped her arms around me. She pulled back and I looked at her lips. "I should go." I said softly. "You can have one kiss-" I kissed her. ________________________________________ India Jones is a true Chicagoan girl who, to unfortunate circumstances, has to move to Texas with her father. Being naturally quiet and to herself, India is not expecting much from the new town and is eager to go back to Illinois with her other family. With a rude step-sister and no sense of direction, India struggles to find ways to cope without her mother. That all changes when she meets the Principal of her school who also happens to be her neighbor. |~| Imani Stewart is the principal of a wealthy private school in her home state of Texas. Though her life sounds perfect, her controlling parents have stopped her from reaching for her dreams in life, creating a girl who comes off as cold and fixed. Though her circumstances are tough, Imani does the best at being the strictest principal her school has ever had. And just as Imani is ready to live the life laid out for her, she meets a fiery girl who can see right through her and stops at nothing to get her. What happens when their two worlds clash? Read to find out...

"Why the fuck are you even here anyway!? For fuck's sake, I don't need anyone!" the girl blew up as her cheeks flush in anger, outrage and confusion. However, just two words from the girl diffuses her anguish, her body relaxes, her gaze softens, her body practically betraying her as she hears her say "Come cuddle?"

The only person being there for Kiana in life is her step mom for 2 years now and maybe one day she's there more than she expected to. Kiana feels her relationship being shifted further from her mother and closer to her step mother. A heat slowly began to raised between the two in which they just can't stop. _______________________________ "It's me, Kiana... I-I really, really need you." I declared, I took a gamble and climbed on her. "Your mom is right there." She expressed her surprise. "Please just take me." I moaned on her lips, breathless. I eased my ass up to pull her underwear down to her thigh, grasped her cock, and carefully sat on it. "Oh my sh-shit..." She grumbled as my moist pussy swallowed her whole. Instead of waiting for my pussy to get used to the length, I began to rock on her and almost screamed out in agony. "You're going to injure yourself... You're still new at this." "I don't mind; I'm horny and I need you." My finger traced down her lips before resting on them. I tried to rush it, to get the first round over with, but something twist in me and I collapse on her. It hurt so much, but I want it all at once. I felt her lift my upper body, my cock still deep within me, and rush me into the restroom. She turned on the light and pressed the buttons to lock the door behind her. She positioned me on the counter where I had made a mistake and opened my legs wide, causing her cock to sink deeper. "Oh my god... Don't pull it out quite yet!" I demand, my voice booming around the room. She placed a finger on my lips and pointed to the room. "Sorry." I whimpered in agony. But when a 12 inch cock is buried deep into my womb, being silent is the least I can do.

No description as yet!!!!I will work on it in the next 9 to ten business day...Just kidding : : : : Lidia Bakset, is fresh in college, away from her mom and living in the Suburbs with two hot and sexy intersexual sisters as her roommate. What Could Possible Go WRONG???? : : : : "Would you like to fuck me, Brad?" I spun around, moving my hair to the side and giving her a siren-like expression. She muttered something beneath her breath. "Would you and your sister like to fuck me, knot your come in me, and make my stomach swell?" I leaned forward and nipped her nose. She pushed me down, her lips pressing against mine. "Who would fuck something as pitiful as you?" I giggled, not taking her disinterest seriously. I pivoted, lifting the shirt to flaunt my romp. "Fuck me like this."

Desperate housewife called for desperate fucking measure. Mia Bent wasn't your ordinary housewife. She didn't cook. She certainly didn't clean and she definitely doesn't sit and wait for her small dick husband to fuck not when there is a 9 inch next door. **************************** "Please..." I exhaled, "please fuck me, Eli." I shook my head as she nodded to the closed bedroom door. The heat between my legs was rising, and I was frightened I wouldn't be able to get into bed. I want to be pleased right here, on this carpet, with my hands on this wall and her cock deep into me. "Where?" She spoke in hushed tones. Her fingertips traced the length of my arms. "I am happily married." I blurted out. But as my neediness grew, my thoughts screamed that it didn't give a fuck. My pussy needs to be stabbed viciously from behind in order to unleash all of its pent-up rage. I spun around, my hands on the walls. "I adore my husband, but he cannot give me what I desire." I exhaled, wanting for her to touch me, my eyes welling up at how desperate I was to suck her cock, to feel her hands, to do something crazy and out of the ordinary.

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A lesbian Romance : : : : I grumbled awake, feeling my body in a weird posture, and my eyes opened to find a flock of black strands for a wall. It didn't take long for my eyes to register that my arms couldn't move. I shift my head around, attempting to push the strand away, but my now-ragged breath was ineffective. I wasn't really bewildered. I knew just where I was. I knew I was bound to the blasted head board. Karib thinks this was a game? I had successfully pulled the strands away to see just that. My hands spread out like a bird's wing, with both wrists connected to the head board. My eyebrows furrowed as I quickly became aware that I was nude. My respiration quickened, as though I were pursuing my own shadow. I wasn't lying on my back. I was on my knees, my back arched, and I trembled as I realized my entire lower body was exposed to her. "Karib!" I shouted in a panic.

A short Romance Novel : : : : "Just being yourself is special enough." I muttered, her lips touched mine, I sighed, and I pulled her closer. I want to repeat that forgettable night, but this time I'll remember. I began tearing at her suit, my lips enticing hers. My fingers then moved down to her belt, where I began twisting it, attempting to undo. Even though we were in the center of the hall, I was confident that nobody would dare barge in between us. My fingers had successfully undone her belt. I was able to feel her cock. I moaned as my flesh heated up from wanting her. But she gradually began to back away....

A short Christmas Romance : : : I was enthralled with the crimson frosting, green glitter, and sprinkles as soon as I opened wrapper of my donut. All my concern appeared to dissipate as I nibbled into the delectable pastry, that was, until Darius said. "Can you not moan? It stiffens my cock." I hurled, disgusted by how vile she can be. She was extremely stunning and attractive, but her conduct was not. "Couldn't you not tell me about your little peanut." "Baby, this will put you in a wheelchair," she chuckled, her tone dripping with confident.

A fantasy-Romance : : : : Comfortably, I grinned as something terrible flashed across my head. Why should I respond to her when she was plainly getting the job done? Getting fucked by her kneecap is the same as getting fucked by her dick. Her fingers tug at one of my breasts, causing me to moan. "Well..." She grinned, pulling my nipple to its limit. "Will you let your daddy Santa fuck you?" She groaned coldly as she let go of my nipples with a snap and held the back of my head, yanking my back off the bed a little. Her knees weren't stroking my clit, but rather stabbing it like a dagger, causing my lips to shake and groaned more than I liked. "OH, SANTA!" I yelled as I felt my juice pour on her pants, soaking it up, and she cleaned it up by swiping her knees through my slit a few times, leaving her pants a total mess. She lets me go and I collapse back into bed, a panting mess and a relief of stress as more juice slowly leaks out.