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The Misdeeds Of A Lesbian Poetress: A XXX Rated Romantic Lesbian Novel

The Misdeeds Of A Lesbian Poetress: A XXX Rated Romantic Lesbian Novel

Robinson, Angelina Cristie

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ISBN13: 9798633738896
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Apr 3 2020
Pages: 522
Weight: 1.67
Height: 1.16 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
Hello, I am Angenila. I present you a book based on my experiences from a passionate lesbian relationship.Yes, I proudly express that I am a lesbian.I am married to my my girlfriend Dorothy. This is basically my experiences in guise of the character Laura. Please enjoy the book and leave a review.Here is some part from my book, Claire began to pulse her hips more, to throw back herass, to arch her back and tilt her head back just a bit. Laura laughed atthe pornographic display. This was a bit too far. Laura raised one leg upand stepped forward, straddling Claire's left thigh and pressing her bodyagainst her. Thrust, commanded Laura. I want to feel you dancing against mypussy. Claire changed her dancing immediately. She began shifting herweight back and forth from her right foot, which was just past Laura, andher left foot, lifting her thigh and pressing against Laura's pussy. Lauramoaned from the pressure of it, and quickly lifted up her flaredmini-skirt, making sure it helped hide their display and allowed completeaccess to her skin. She quickly coated Claire's thigh in her pussy juices, but she didn't care and neither did Claire. Both of them were lost in themoment: Laura to her hunger and Claire to her commands. Laura took whatever she wanted from Claire. She stepped closer, practically wrapping her leg around Claire while she thrusted wildly. Witheach passing moment, it looked less and less like dancing, but Laura didn'tcare. All she wanted was more Claire: Claire's skin and body, Claire'sobedience and blood. Laura gripped Claire's back, sliding her nails over her skin, digging in, while Claire thrusted against her, faster and faster. She couldhave whatever she wanted, and Claire would give it to her. Was this whatMarcilla felt? Was this what it was like to hunt? To take? To win? To feed? Laura's hands moved all over Claire's body: her back to hershoulder, her shoulder to her stomach, her stomach to her waist, her waistto peeling up her skirt, her skirt up to her tits, under her skimpy shirt, feeling the tightness of her nipples, the eagerness of her body. She was acalf offering her throat for the slaughter. Her body begged to be taken, and Laura was too happy to oblige.

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