Mermaid Thighs Novels & Stories

With his legs now bare, she pushed the denim farther until it pooled at his feet. She crawled her fingers up his legs, enjoying the warmth of his flesh and the hairs on his thighs. Her gaze finally left his face to get a good look at his cock. Have mercy! He was much bigger than she remembered. His cock stood hard, proud, and waiting. His body trembled with tension.

Then she hooked her thumbs into her thong and slid it down slowly, letting me see everything. Her pussy was a fucking masterpiece. Shaved smooth, puffy outer lips, and—fuck—two delicate gold rings piercing each of her inner labia that made her swollen clit stand out even more. The jewelry was already slick with her arousal. A thin string of her wetness stretched between her thighs as she spread her legs wider.

Every part of her from ribs to thighs was suddenly, gloriously exposed, the elegant curve of her back, the dimples above her ass, the slick shine of cum and arousal still glistening on her inner thighs. Her legs splayed wide on pure, shameless instinct, knees skidding apart on the slick marble until her thighs trembled and shook. The new angle forced her back into a perfect, filthy bow, head down, ass high, and pussy spread open and dripping, offered up to me like the most obscene gift I’d ever been handed.

From a safe distance, they watched as the Mer played in the shallow waters near the beach and saw several shift into their legged selves in order to run across the sand. “Oh, look,” Meguitte said, pointing in wonder at a Merman who sat upon a rock, his frilled tail toying in the water, as he combed his long blue hair out. His eyes caught Meguitte’s gesture, and he bared sharply pointed teeth in a grin that was equally flirtatious and dangerous. “Look there,” Thaelen chuckled. “Between the rocks. I guess that answers how Merfolk f-k.” “Thaelen,” she nudged him in the ribs. “Shhh. Don’t be so crude.”

It was better if he comforted her by answering, "No. It's still as slim as before." However, he actually told her that they had become thicker! What the hell did he mean by that? Did it mean that her thighs were much thicker at this moment?!!! Sigrid felt unhappy. She withdrew her legs and said, "You think my thighs are fat, don't you? Then you should go out and find someone with a pair of slim thighs!" Don't think that she didn't know that he liked girls with nice-looking thighs! This pervert often touched her thighs at night...

Oh, God, if the quilt keeps moving, her thighs will be exposed to the air too. In the moonlight, I saw that her calves were slender and white, without flab, and perfectly muscled, like the calves of a statue in ancient Greece. I look up. Her thighs weren't as thin as her calves, but they weren't thick either, and they looked soft and nice to the touch. I feel the fragrance in the room getting stronger. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. My d.ick came alive again in the soft scent, and grew more and more vigorous.

The image was spectacular, with the blue ocean in the background. Then I changed to video mode, and she just emerged from the water, and damn, she was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. It seemed that I was watching a slow-mo scene in a movie. Her hips weren’t too wide, but her waist was thin, making her sexier, and those damn thighs and legs, and the skimpy thin material covering her goods. Maverick had medium size tits, but they looked perfect on her. “How did you bypass my passcode?”

She pumped her butt up and down in rhythm with me, making us both bounce up and down. The phone went flying off the mattress. I felt like a cowboy fucking the wild mare he was breaking. She brought those long legs together under me to squeeze me tighter, squirming, and now I knew what it was like to buttfuck a mermaid. "Do it up my ass! Give it to me!" She bent herself back as if she were practicing to be a contortionist, so far her arms were fully extended pushing against the bed and her eyes stared at the ceiling, almost like a

Teacher. His hands stopped on her hips, grabbed the soft fabric on both sides and began to pull it down over her thighs, over her calves, then yanked it out of her shoes and threw it. onto the floor. Both of their breaths rose and fell together in a heavy, broken rhythm. A warm, throbbing liquid gushed out between her thighs, concealed by a small piece of red pantyhose, which she had worn with the intention of not being intended for anyone but herself. But now Eric was focusing all of his attention in that direction, still speechless, studying the arch of her thighs, his thumb gently gliding along the hem of her underwear. as she sucked in her breath and waited. As if he had all the time in

I had to fix myself before any of that. My mate curled her body around the stuffed animal, her eyelashes fluttering close to her cheeks. Uriel dressed her body in small silk shorts with knee-high socks. I would never have admitted this to anyone, but that was something I absolutely loved about a woman. Something about her white thighs peeking through a small opening between her shorts and their covered knees I found erotic.