Lesbian Study Session 1&2 (Lesbian BDSM Erotica Bundle)
Lesbian Study Session 1: It starts with a simple study session, then an innocent massage, and before long, Lucy is letting Miranda dominate her! Lesbian Study Session 2: Rocked by memories of their first "study session", the girls meet up in the library and try to get off before they get caught! This bundle contains both Lesbian Study Session 1 and Lesbian Study Session 2. More
Lesbian Study Session 1: It starts with a simple study session, then an innocent massage, and before long, Lucy is letting Miranda dominate her! Lesbian Study Session 2: Rocked by memories of their first "study session", the girls meet up in the library and try to get off before they get caught! This bundle contains both Lesbian Study Session 1 and Lesbian Study Session 2.
These two stories contain lesbian domination, rough sex, and dirty talk.
Excerpt from Lesbian Study Session:
She kept rubbing me, not spending too much time on one spot, but still letting her talented fingers find my butt. After a few blissful minutes, my brain kicked into gear and I realized that I was getting extremely turned on. It surprised the hell out of me to say the very least. I’d never been sexually attracted to a woman before, but Miranda’s massage had my nipples rock hard.
Jesus, I must be desperate, I thought.
It had been months since I’d gotten any action beyond my own hand, obviously I just needed to get laid.
I was doing a good job of convincing myself that my reaction was due to my dry spell when I felt Miranda’s warm hands slip under my shirt. My breath caught in my throat as her hands slid up my bare back and her weight shifted, so she was laying flush against me, her breasts pressed into my back. Her mouth was at my ear again and it was all I could do not to lose it right then.
“No bra Lucy? That’s pretty hot.” My face flushed at her words and I cursed the fact that I hadn’t bothered to put one on. It was 10 o’clock on a Wednesday night and having only a small B cup, I hadn’t thought it would matter if I went all natural for our study session. Now with Miranda’s hands on me and her body against mine, I was regretting my decision. I bucked slightly, intending to get up and end our contact, but she was quicker than me and used the momentum to flip me onto my back.
She’d pinned me, her hips straddling mine, hands holding my wrists over my head. It would have been easy to overpower her, but her mouth was just inches from mine and I was having a hard time doing much of anything. I licked my dry lips and Miranda’s eyes zeroed in on my mouth. Then she was shoving her tongue halfway down my throat.
I moaned helplessly, the sound muffled by her exploring mouth. She was wearing cherry flavored lip gloss and it caused out lips to slip against one another’s. Releasing my mouth, she bit my lip roughly and sat straight up on top of me. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and off, revealing my breasts, my nipples hardening even more as the air hit them...
Excerpt from Lesbian Study Session 2:
After just a moment’s hesitation, she reached under her cute little skirt and started working her panties off. Bending down, she pulled them the rest of the way down her legs, then handed them to me. They were white and lacy and the crotch was soaked with her juices. I was happy to realize that she was as turned on as I was.
“This is a library, you have to be quiet. Open your mouth, slut.” Before she had a chance to react, I stuffed her damp panties into her mouth. They were small enough to disappear completely, her cheeks bulging slightly. I pushed her gently and she took the hint, laying flat on the wide table.
“Put your hands over your head and keep them there.”
She did what I told her, shirt riding up, revealing the smooth skin of her midriff and I pushed it up even higher, until it bunched up around the tops of her breasts. Pulling away from her prone body, I reached into my bag and rummaged around until I found exactly what I was looking for. Straightening the thin chain in my hands, I leaned over the table and showed her what I was holding.
“Nipple clamps,” I explained cheerily