Ella Purnell Legs Novels & Stories

That’s one of the best asses I’ve seen — and trust me, I’ve seen enough to fill a coffee table book. And the legs? Built like a Greek goddess that decided to join a punk band — strong, smooth, athletic, and ending in army boots that’s made to stomp on someone’s heart. Her thick, auburn hair softly curls all the way to her middle. She’s probably not Jackson’s usual flavor, though.

A woman with legs like that could turn the heads of heterosexual man and would ogle as Vren does at the moment. The slit was high up to her thigh but it was far from being indecent. Still, the legs on display sure was garnering attention. Vren wills himself to look up where his eyes were supposed to be. Shit. Brown eyes gaze back at him. “Vren.” He temporarily doubted if it was just the alcohol or Audrey Danler really was making her way toward him. A trail of lingering gazes followed behind her. The hair was down her shoulders. They were curled. All the more reason for him to be doubtful.

When I got up for yet another a bit later, she said, "Yeah, this movie isn't very good, but we paid for it so we should at least finish it." "Of course we will" I said, so she pushed to play. Like she sometimes does, she moved over, put her pillow in my lap and snuggled down. As I was setting my drink down, I happened to glance over at her. Her legs were curled up on the couch and her shirt was pulled up a little past mid-thigh. "Wow" I thought, now just a little buzzed, all that track practice has done wonders for her legs. Although Dahlia's legs were short, they were perfectly proportioned for her size. Her skin was pale. The calves were slim but muscular and her thighs were much more shap

Lucianne shifted back to make talking easier. The silhouette next to Pellethia appeared to be someone with a high ponytail and toned arms; the one next to Lucianne looked like a figure that was wearing a cloak; and the last one on the far right had her arms up, probably crossed in front of her chest, and there was something…frilly at her left ear that was visible because her hair was pushed over her right shoulder. Pellethia uttered, “I don’t recognize any of these.”

'' Williams murmured and took off his jacket as he moved uncontrollably in his seat. Gently, she placed her other hand on the pole and grabbed it with her two hands before wrapping her legs around the pole and arching her head downward. She clung to the pole, spread her legs widely, and made her legs spread in the air while her head was arched backward. ''Fuck!'' I groaned in anger when I saw the underneath of her panties as her legs were wide opened. There was no stain or mark on her lap. Her under thighs were clean and spotless, which made me groan and looked away.

The ones on the court for the men who dunked balls. It felt like I was looking at Liora for the first time. Maybe because it had been some time since we had sex. Maybe it was because of the events that happened previous day. Liora obviously took pride in her appearance. Her legs were taut. Breasts pert and capped by pink nipples that jutted out fiercely. Her thighs glowed and looked like someone who did a lot of Pilates, even though she didn't do any of that. And that bubble butt. It was as inviting as the beautiful, smooth mound between her legs.

His legs were already exposed, by jeans cut off at the top of his thighs. Clare Markham had never seen a body like it, which is why it fascinated her. His chest was broad, his abdomen flat and delineated by hard, stringy muscles, his biceps bulging as he worked. He was tall with long legs which were contoured by thick, well-defined muscles, his whole body like some relief map of musculature. His buttocks were small and tight and hard, like two cantaloupes wrapped in denim.

Evan let his eyes roam Lila's body. Everything about her was exquisite. From her perfectly shaped face with slender cheekbones, to her firm rounded breasts, to the well carved mound of female sex between her legs. All of her. A small tangle of light brown hair lay above her pussy. Lila enjoyed the way his hungry eyes took her body in. She could see the conflict in his eyes as he fought with his own desire. Behind her, Harper was also sliding her panties off.

Fann bent then, kissing her belly as his hand slid lower. Eleanor opened her legs, anticipating his caress, but his hand slid past her core and down her thigh. He lifted it and moved it out to the side before he shifted away from her, reaching for the pillows. He sat back, adjusting her legs and arranging the pillows until both her legs were in the air, spread wide and lifted up, supported by pillows. He sat there looking at her, running his hands up and down her legs before he wrapped a cord around one of her knees. Eleanor’s eyes widened.

I moaned and Perrin slipped his hand into my pants. I felt a bit embarrassed, knowing that I was completely wet underneath. Perrin slid my pants down and pulled away from me, standing upright before taking off his pants, my eyes immediately widened in shock as they fell on his third leg.