Mermaid Thighs Novels & Stories

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.

And then there was what was between those thighs. I reached up awkwardly and tugged her black Adidas running shorts down her legs, revealing a canary yellow pair of Victoria's Secret athletic panties with a black waistband, clinging to her ass. They looked incredibly sexy, but they had to go, too. I tugged at that waist band, and they slid with difficulty down her thighs to her knees, along with the shorts.

I was in a short jeans skirt and a tank top. Don't know why I intentionally wore a thong pant. Was I trying to entice him? He groaned when his eyes fell on my bare thighs and visible pants. “You have gripping sexy thighs, makes me want to hear you moan out loudly.” He grunted, drawing closer to me. He tickled his hands down my thighs and leaned in, planting soft kisses on both thighs while I fluttered my eyes closed on the softness of his lips, it sent warm sensations over my body.

He said, rubbing his thighs one against the other. I pryed his thighs open once again, licking the slick. Mewls leaked from his full and pouty lips as I marked up his thighs. I parted his cheeks, his beautiful bronze hole leaking slick. I swallowed hard, pressing my tongue flat against his entrance before slowly licking long strides.

"Well, at home, anyway." "Fascinating." Theridialis heaved his bulk out of his chair, round belly preceding him as he approached. He hugged me briefly, amber eyes full of questions as he looked me up and down before turning to Charlotte. "Quite remarkable, really." Right. I was still human. Had to have something to do with my tight hold over my humanity in the Sidhe realm. I relaxed my grip, felt myself stretching out, my skin taking on a red hue, fingernails growing slowly, thickening as my perspective changed from feeling really short to almost being at height with Meira. She wore a pair of her favorite platform boots, giving her a few inches on me and I did my best not to stand on my tipt

I fell forward against her bare legs, grabbing on to avoid tumbling to the floor. The surface of her skin was smooth and soft, but I was amazed at how firm her thighs were underneath. The only legs I had ever felt were kind of squishy, including my own. Hers were rock solid. They had the ideal proportions and curves of a pantyhose model -- yet they were made of pure muscle.

My thighs shiver from the sudden cold, my whole body feels like jelly, without a bone in them. Just a command and I’m all putty in his presence. I hook my thumbs into the side of my panties and slide it down my thighs and letting it hit the floor. Norman’s nostrils flare hotly, his large veiny hands clenches together, tense from the pressure. Clear transparent slick moisture trickles down my thighs. Fucking sticky trail, I’d never been this wet all my life just from being watched. Not just any wet, I’m talking messy, fucking puddle, it’s like a tap has been left open inside of me.

I can hear Marina’s steady slumbering breath as clear as day – and so could any of my kind. Viviane leans down and scrubs at the ankle with the damp towels, slowly revealing a stark white brand on the outside of her leg. “Nerissa wasn’t lying.” She murmurs, her usually lyrical tones thick with emotion. “I’m a mermaid.” _______________ Viviane is watching me as if I might burst into flames at any moment. I reach for her, but she reflexively backs out of my reach. “I don’t understand.” “We use a pheromone spray.” She says, as if this clears up everything. “We didn’t pick cats, that’s just what we got.”

She’s spread wide open for me, her luscious thighs glistening with her sweet juices, and I can’t wait to taste her on my tongue. I crawl onto the bed and run my hands up and down her legs, lightly brushing my thumbs over her lower lips but stopping short of her clit. She moans and tries to squeeze her thighs together for relief but the spreader bar prevents the action. A frustrated whine escapes her, making me chuckle.