Novel & Cerita Laying Across Someone's Lap

One particularly seductive dancer caught the eye of Logan, who sat there, seemingly disinterested in the provocative display. As the stripper approached Logan, swaying her hips with a sensual allure, she positioned herself on his lap, initiating a lap dance that teased and enticed. Her movements were mesmerizing as she ground her posterior against his bulge, eliciting a reaction from him. Unexpectedly, Logan reached out, gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her away from his lap.

His brows are so firm and serious. He takes a seat in the armchair, his back upright and knees rigid. He pats his lap, and my legs are wobbly as I step over to join him. “Over my knee,” he says. I’ve never been over someone’s knee before. I lower myself so tentatively, but he grabs me and hauls me into position, my ass raised so vulnerably on his lap. The shame makes me burn. I squeak as he tugs my knickers down. They bunch around my knees, and it feels so naughty I screw my eyes shut.

When I’m standing in front of him, he looks up at me and opens his arms. Placing my things on the desk, I turn around and slowly lower onto his lap. He’s still as I move a little to adjust myself and then I realize there’s something long and hard pushing right against my bottom. I must let out a gasp because he chuckles, and his hands come to rest on my hips.

I gently pushed him to lie flat on the bed and grin devilishly “ I won’t be gentle Jake… I’m a ruthless rider. I could squish you” “I don’t want you to go easy on me either” He said, positioning his head over the headboard. I straddled his chest in a knelling position and scooted forward until my thighs are on both side of his head. I slide out my dress through my shoulder and fling it on the floor. I lowered so my vulva makes contact with his face and mouth “if you feel discomfort In anyway and want some air, squeeze my laps for ease” He nodded, taking in breath from my center completely under my mercy.

I would have waved his worries away if I hadn't been so busy keeping my drowsy self sitting upright. When I finished eating, Leo uncrossed his legs and moved his own lunch to the side, before patting his outstretched legs. "Come here." he said, patting his thighs. I looked sleepily at his lap then yawned, it looked so inviting. It must be the lack of sleep, or simply my desire to be close to him. Whatever the reason, I crawled closer until my head rested on his lap, laying on my side with my face facing away from him. His scent was familiar and comforting. His fingers wove through my hair, lulling me into deep slumber.

His arm wrapped around her waist, hauling her against him so she didn't face-plant into the coffee table. She landed in an awkward position, straddling his lap. Her knees sank into the cushions on either side of his hips. Her breasts pressed flush against his chest through the thin cotton of her nightie. His hand was still locked at the small of her back, the laptop safely trapped between them. For one stunned moment, neither of them moved. Harper's palms were flat against his shoulders. She could feel the steady thud of his pulse under her right hand. His other hand flexed involuntarily against her waist.

"Would you mind giving me a kiss before bed?" "Sure," I said. I sat up in my bed, expecting to walk over and give her a kiss, but she crossed my room and slid into my lap. She kissed me right on the lips again, but now her breasts were pressed against my chest and her bare thighs were right on top of mine. I reflexively reached down and grabbed her hips. I was certain my dick would pop up in my lap and poke her, and my immediate response was to try to lift her off of me.

“Come here.” I walked into the room slowly. My short skirt suddenly felt too short. He sat on the edge of my bed, knees apart. “Over my lap,” he said. I hesitated, my face already burning. “Like this? With the skirt on?” “Yes. Skirt stays. You will count every smack. If you miss a number, we start again from the beginning.” I lowered myself across his lap, my stomach pressing against his legs. There was something uncomfortable yet hot about this position.

Thank goodness. Her feet barely made a sound as she landed on the threadbare carpet. Kylee fell into her bed. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes. The conversation with Price replayed in her mind. She pictured the cock of his head, the quizzical expression in his eyes when he spoke to her. Her lips pressed into a smile.

I said to myself. Jut as I was admiring my own mate, the car began to shake from all the bumpy road works causing Chris’ head to slip from my elbow, panicked and unconsciously, my hand reached our and caught his body from falling, not knowing when this bumpy road would end and not wanting Chris to feel uncomfortable whilst he sleeps, I decided to put him on my lap, then he won’t have to worry about falling and bumping his head anywhere. Just as my mind was set, I quickly positioned him on my knee, it was basically a princess carry pose.