I’M NOT A LESBIAN..UNTILL HER (5)

Clara’s body was still pressed against mine, our skin sticky with sweat. My heart hammered as she looked at me with those dark, possessive eyes.

“I’m not done with you yet, Rose,” she whispered, voice thick with need. “I want to fuck you until you forget your own name.”

“Yes,” I breathed, pulling her into a hungry kiss. Our tongues tangled, and she bit my lip hard enough to make me moan. “Please, Clara. Take me completely.”

She flipped me onto my back and climbed on top, sliding one leg between mine so our pussies pressed together again. This time she rocked harder, grinding...