Open Her Legs Novelas e Histórias

“On your toes and don’t close your legs.” I could imagine how I must look to him in this position. Bent down with my legs apart and inching up on my toes which will open me up and present me to him in an obscene way. In a way, there could be nothing hidden from him. He could probably see the dampness between my pussy lips as I felt cool air brush my insides.

She whispered softly and then laid back and opened her legs. " Step one is." Part 3 loading•••••••••••••••••••••••

"Just a little longer. Right now, I need you to spread your legs." I coughed, wondering if I heard him correctly. "You heard me," he clears up, and the knots in my stomach tighten. I play with the stitches on the inside hem of my skirt, slowly sliding my legs open, one touching the center console, the other the door. The ache in my stomach meets my thighs, warmth pooling in my core.

A low gasp escaped my lips when Lucas pulled me closer to him with his hands wrapped against my legs, then he bent and undid the straps of my heels removing them one by one. He kissed my toe up to my leg as his other hand slid up and down my left leg. Then he got to my knee and placed his hands firmly on it before looking at me. "Open your legs for me, baby," He said huskily as I felt another fluid in me leak out. I nodded while heaving deeply and spreading my legs open to some extent. "Wider baby," He muttered and I widened my legs that the side of my thigh and knees touched the bed. I was fully exposed to him and my eyes traced him till they met his eyes again.

he commanded Luc. With a slow nod, the dark-haired hedonist reached for her legs, caressing his way up, up. “With pleasure.” Do what? They weren’t going to make her come again. Yet. No matter how badly her body ached and needed, arched and yearned and turned to fire. Luc answered her question when he curled his palms under her knees and lifted her legs, spreading them high and wide until her legs were folded against her body, resting above either hip. Leaving her wide open. For anything.

“Open your legs a little more.” She did what he asked, opening them an inch or so. “A little more,” he instructed huskily. “Nice and wide. Don’t be shy.” Chelsea gathered her courage and opened her soaking wetness for him to see. She was a little self-confident about it despite having a wax a few days before. Her thighs were wet and sticking like he had made love to her already. She felt like the amateur she really was. “Oooh, nice,” he groaned.

As he slid them over my thighs, I lowered my hips to the floor and lifted my legs over his shoulders, knowing he would get a kick out of being able to slide the shorts down my legs that he seemed to be obsessed with. Growing bolder with every second that passed, I waited until he removed the shorts completely, keeping my legs on his shoulders. As he brought his eyes back to me, I slid my feet down his arms, knowing that my body was opening up in front of him. My feet ran along his thighs and down to the floor. I kept my eyes on him as I locked my ankles behind him and allowed my legs to drop apart, the cold air hitting my wet pussy as I exposed myself I ran a hand down my body, coming betwee

“Legs spread.” Chloe’s heart hammered against her ribs, but she found herself moving as if she had no will of her own. She climbed onto the dark wood of the desk, the surface cool against her bare skin. She pushed her legs apart, exposing herself to his predatory gaze. She could feel the moisture dripping down her ass crack, a shameful admission of how much the bond had already taken hold of her.

Not instruct. Her toes pointed toward the ceiling, her spine pressing into the mat as he lifted her legs higher with the pressure of his hands. “Hold it… right there,” he said, his voice low but commanding. With her legs pointing upward, her pussy bulged out low between her thighs, pushing against her leggings like it needed something urgent. The stretch in her core wasn’t the only tension winding through her. Heat rushed to her legs, down to her pussy, tiny liquids forming gushed gently inside it.

I'm seriously screwed up but that makes two of us. "We'll see," he laughs huskily. "Lean back and open your legs." His lips form a hard line as he waits for me to comply. I finally do as he asks even though it makes me uncomfortable to be open this way. He jerks my legs forward so they hang over the bed and uses his legs to spread them wider. "Grab the pillow at the top of the bed if you need to scream." The fire flares to life in his eyes again and I'm burning in their flame.