Long Legs Opening Scene Novels & Stories

"Clothing optional?' Louisa asked, with a smirk. And she pulled her t-shirt straight over her head, damn she was cute and so fuckable... And so it was...some scenes I remember from that lost weekend... ... The girls' bodies are stretched across the bed, they're kissing deeply in a 'lesbian' embrace, their legs wide open, Jake and I are fucking them from opposite sides, then swapping around, his thick seven inches stretching my wife's cunt, my long nine inches penetrating his wife deeper than she'd ever been plumbed.. ...

Steve was adjusting himself slowly so that his erection was not noticeable. Between gasps, Gina gets up, pulling the dildo out of her vagina while it is turned off. When he takes it out, he lets out a small moan saying, “No, no, I’m fine. I don’t like stopping scenes.” Gina’s legs were shaking, and her vagina was completely soaked. Breathing hard and noticing Steve’s erection, he says, “Let’s finish this scene, please.”

I hid behind a thick tree and what I saw made my heart drop… and my cock twitch. They were in a small clearing. Miss Lena was lying on her back on a spread blanket, her skirt pushed up to her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent. Demien was between her thighs, face buried in her pussy. He was eating her out like a man who hadn't had a meal in ages.

He hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them down her legs, the fabric whispering against her skin before he tossed them aside. Sarah's pussy was bare now, exposed to the cool air of the room, her folds shiny with her own excitement. She knelt on the soft couch cushions, facing the intense action between Alex and Lisa. Her knees sank into the fabric, hands gripping the back for support. Mike stood tall behind her, his pants already open, his hard cock jutting out—thick and veiny, with a slight curve that promised to hit deep spots.

That was an unexpected bonus from that film. Bonus scene 2 was a morning wood session of the two actors, i.e. mom and I. It showed us 'sleeping', then my frisky yanking of the bed covers, revealing my gorgeous mother in a diaphanous peignoir. Still warm from sleep, I moved those silky thighs apart and got between her legs. I flexed my muscles in manly triumph at having access to this fantastic sexpot this sunny morning. As I gently pushed my ten inches of rock hard 'morning wood' into the now already fertilized depths of her womanhood, she awakened. I bent over and kissed her. I then slowly moved her legs up and over my shoulders for maximum penetration. The camera closed in for the old 'in

“Time for hip openers,” he said, voice rough with fresh lust. “Spread wide.” I bent my knees and let my thighs fall open as far as they could, feet flat on the mat, pussy completely exposed. His cum oozed out slow and obscene, coating my asshole and dripping down to the mat in thick white strings. The sight made my clit throb again already.

she whispered, her heart doing that strange flip again. He didn't answer with words. He reached out, cupped her face, and kissed her. It wasn't a "publicity" kiss—it was deep, lingering, and smelled faintly of expensive mint and something dangerous. For a second, the sound of the rain and the shouting press faded into white noise. When he pulled back, Lilia was breathless, and the room was silent. Even Brenda had stopped chewing her gum. "That," Sion said to the cameras through the window, "is our timeline."

Ethan stood shirtless at his window, gazing out over the city skyline. With his toned muscles and chiseled features, he was the epitome of physical perfection. The sweatpants he was wearing hung low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing strip of abdominal muscles. As he stared out the window lost in his thoughts, the door to his room suddenly opened and in stepped his maid, a middle-aged woman dressed in a traditional black and white uniform. Ethan turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

She could hear faint sounds — the wet stroking, the low groans, her own name whispered. He was masturbating while thinking about her. The realization made her knees weak and her cunt clench. Lena took a deep breath, pushed the door open without knocking, and stepped inside. Alex froze mid-stroke, eyes wide with shock. His thick cock was in his hand, glistening with pre-cum, cum from his recent orgasm still streaked across his abs. “Lena… what the—?” he stammered, trying to cover himself. She closed the door behind her and let the robe fall open completely, revealing her naked body.

She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white. But he did not let her come yet. He pulled his fingers out and stood up. In one quick move, he stripped off his own clothes. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head already shiny with pre-cum. It was bigger than Mira had imagined in her fantasies. Veins ran along the shaft, and it curved slightly upward. Jake stroked himself once, looking down at her. “You want this?” “Yes,” she said, her voice shaky. “Please, Jake.”