Long Legs Opening Scene Novels & Stories

This was against everything I had been raised on, everything I had been taught growing up, and the sight of it consumed me entirely. One of the women, tanned with long legs, was straddling a man. I could see the side of his face, and the way his eyes strayed downward, to where the woman’s dress lifted. I sucked in a sharp breath as I saw a brief flash of the man’s penis as he thrust it between her legs, his hands gripping her hips. His eyes rolled, and I could see the whispered curse that left his lips as he seated himself inside of her. “When you clench your legs and pretend you’re not soaking wet, who comes to mind?”

I whisper, but there’s no heat left in it. His hand moves lower. He spreads my thighs wider, exposing my glistening pussy completely to both him and the camera. I’m soaked. Embarrassingly soaked. My folds are swollen and shiny, my clit peeking out, begging for attention. Lena’s voice comes through the speakers, breathier now. “Touch her pussy, Kane. Slowly. Let us see how wet she really is.” Kane doesn’t tease. He slides two thick fingers through my dripping slit, spreading my wetness from my entrance up to my clit. I jerk hard, a broken moan slipping out.

he mutters as he widened her legs to kneel in the middle, as the robe opened and left scattered on the floor and his shorts ridden off, making his hard-standing cock spring free, Annas’ eyes had turned dark as she stared at his magnificent body, her legs willing opened up as he came close to her neck, scenting her thoroughly and nipping on her neck, leaving a big hickey, as she moan out loud holding on to his forearms to draw him closer, she wanted more of him, wanted to fill, till she could think of nothing, less

Until finally, Letta could feel it when Marco lifted both of her long legs, causing Letta to lean back. Marco released their lip lock, looking at Letta's melancholic face, "It's my turn,” Marco said, making Letta silent as Marco began to kiss each of her long legs, making Letta only able to close her eyes, especially when Marco began to bend down, holding both of Letta's long legs that were now spread wide in front of him.

One humid evening, Lena dragged herself home after a long shift, her hair sticking to her neck from the rain pour, she kicked off her shoes, peeled off her work blouse, and noticed her window was already open, a warm breeze carried his scent, clean soap, faint sweat, him, she smiled to herself, slow and wicked, he was waiting for her, luckily she was waiting for him too. She didn’t turn on the main light, Just flicked on the bedside lamp, soft gold spilling over the sheets, she stripped like she had all the time in the world, knowing he was watching, her tank top dragged over her head, her breasts bounced free, her shorts slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet, she left the panties on for

"And because you don't have the balls to fuck someone who's not the one person you want." Lena held her breath. Her core clenched on nothing, a fresh wave of wetness trickling down to her puckered rosette. She let her knees fall open farther, giving him a perfect view, and his pupils fixed on her center. "Tell me... What does 'properly fucked' look like, Alexi?" At first he was quiet. Then his hands clamped around her thighs, fingers digging in as he yanked her legs wide open.

None of them made him feel like he was standing on the edge of an abyss, ready to fall. “Separate them,” he whispered, the words almost choking in his throat. “Your legs. Just a little wider.” Lena swallowed hard. Her eyes flicked to him, his pupils were dark, wide, eating her alive. She sat down on the low couch, her back straight, her breasts lifting with each breath. Her thighs pressed together for a moment, resisting. But then, slowly, deliberately, she parted them.

I uncross my legs and spread them slowly, my knees falling apart, revealing my pussy to the camera. I’m bare – shaved clean – and the camera captures everything. My lips are parted slightly from arousal, and the wetness is glistening in the lamplight. My clit is also swollen and very visible. "Jesus." His voice cracks. His hand strokes faster. “You’re soaking. Already. I can see it on the screen.” “Three weeks of this, Marcus. Three weeks of cumming alone and pretending it’s your hand.”

“And spread your legs. Wide.” I did it. I lay back, looking at the flickering light on the ceiling. I pulled my knees up and let them fall open. I felt the cool air hit my most private places. Marcus stepped between my legs. He didn’t look away. He reached out with large, warm fingers and gently parted my pussy lips. “Mmm…” Marcus groaned low in his throat.

My gaze snaps down, transfixed, as he moves his hand lower and pulls down my shorts. My heart is hammering against my chest. It is almost deafening in my ears. I want his hand there. I ache for it. There is heat between my legs, throbbing and wet, and it is almost unbearable. My breasts feel heavy, swollen, and my nipples harden at the approval that ripples from him in waves. His jaw tightens. “I want you to lie down, and spread your legs for me.” A surge of heat floods me and makes it hard to think straight. My core throbs, aches.