Long Legs Opening Scene Novels & Stories

Lena explained her ideas clearly and showed some files on her screen. In the living room, Jake and Ryan sat on the couch where they could see her. They stayed quiet at first. But after ten minutes, Jake stood up and walked to the curtain. He knelt down slowly so the camera could not see him. His hands touched Lena’s bare thighs under the table. Lena kept her voice steady as she spoke to her boss. Jake’s fingers moved higher. He pulled her panties to the side and touched her gently between her legs. She was already wet. His finger slid inside her slowly.

I closed my eyes tight, then opened them again. The scene was still there. Lena's wide hips and enormous ass jiggled uncontrollably, rippling like waves every time he slammed into her. His thick, veiny cock—much bigger and thicker than mine—disappeared balls-deep into her dripping, stretched pussy again and again. Creamy white juices coated his shaft and ran in messy strings down her trembling thunder thighs onto the kitchen floor. He suddenly pulled out, spun her around with ease, and lifted one of her thick legs high, hooking it over his shoulder.

His hands found her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples, making her arch her back in ecstasy. When the moment felt right, Lucas shifted positions, kneeling down and lifting her legs into the air. He bent down and began to devour her pussy, his tongue working expertly. Amira's moans grew louder, her hands moving to his head, guiding him as he pleasured her. They both caught their reflection in the strategically placed mirrors, amplifying the eroticism of the scene. Amira met Tasha's gaze through the mirror, giving her a pointed look that was both triumphant and teasing.

“Open your legs, Anastasia.” “But…” “Open.” My pulse roars in my ears at the non-negotiable order and I do. I let my legs part, releasing the friction I’ve been fruitlessly attempting to keep there. “Now place your feet on the desk,” bend your knees, and keep your legs wide apart.” With each order, he strokes and squeezes my nipple until I’m gasping for air. But I do as I’m told, stretching my skirt up and opening my legs. “Wider. Let me look at that pussy.”

He knew that, as well. When she stood there in her bra and panties in front of him, his eyes changed from glowing to, she could almost see a fire burning within them. She reached down and hooked her fingers on the sides of her panties and began to slide them down her legs. When she stood up, she had already reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She stood up and turned but not before he saw everything he was staring at. She stepped into the shower and under the water. She left the door open. “Aren’t you coming?”

********************* *MILENA* He stared at me from where he stood. I wondered if I was a good sight right now. I was sprawled,legs open,still limp from my orgasm but alive…so alive and so wet and ready for more. His tall form was tensed,looking a second away from pouncing,eyes hungry. His long,athletic legs flexed with effect to stay in place. We watched each other for a pounding heartbeat,two,three,four. His hand started stroking his rigid length,and my eyes were drawn to the sight.My body went from boneless to rigid with anticipation.

She didn’t even remember how long she yearned for his tender touch until she gave up. As the mood intensified, she lifted her legs on his side like she had seen in the movies and her sexy long legs was exposed to every one’s gazes. The man ran his hands along her legs while moving around the dance floor skillfully. He owned her and she was his, that was the look that they gave each other.

Her body was toned and confident, hips curving beautifully, thighs strong. Lena finally joined Claire on the chaise, kneeling between her spread legs. She ran her hands up Claire’s calves, over her knees, and along her inner thighs, spreading them wider. “Look at this pretty pussy,” she murmured, eyes fixed between Claire’s legs. “All swollen and glistening for me. I’ve been thinking about tasting you since the moment you stepped onto that platform.” She leaned down and blew a cool stream of air directly onto Claire’s heated clit. Claire shivered and moaned.

Why did my wolf whine every time I tried to push her face out of my mind? The beast inside him paced, restless, claws scraping against the walls of his skull. Two o’clock struck on the old grandfather clock in the hall. The door opened without a knock. Lena slipped inside like smoke, wearing nothing but a sleeveless, sheer black dress that clung to every curve and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The moonlight pouring through the window turned the fabric translucent; her nipples pressed dark and visible against the silk, rising and falling with each shaky breath. Her hair fell in loose waves over her bare shoulders, and her eyes were red-rimmed, glistening with fresh tears.

"Open." I bit the bottom of my lip hard, a low, shaky gasp escaping me as I did exactly as he’d said and spread my legs wide open for him. I pressed my knees out as far as they could go, completely exposing my dripping, swollen center to his view, feeling the tight flesh of my pussy stretching out in anticipation. Easton’s eyes darkened into a nearly pitch-black shade as his gaze moved directly to the wet, dripping spot in between my legs. His eyes were literally feasting on me, taking in the raw, messy sight of how bad I was starving for him.