Open Her Legs Novels & Stories

She felt as if something was about to pop inside her. “Spread your legs, sweetie…” he ordered before turning to her other breast to suck her pinkish crown. Latina hesitated, she wasn’t sure what will happen once she spread her legs. “Spread them,” he repeated, gliding his left hand on her stomach down her v-line. He tried to reach for her entrance to play with it but her legs are tightly pressed.

I grabbed her hand to take her under the shower again, but she pulled me back to her body instead. "You're right," she blinked up at me, lips kiss-swollen. Then she lifted one leg slowly, her heel pressing flat against the tile, and bent it outward. "My inner thighs need some cleansing." I took a moment to process her words. The sight of her, with one leg extended outward and an expectant look in her eyes, was more than enough to make me ache with need.

Then let go of her legs, and they fell slightly apart, and as my hands started to move up inside them, with my fingers splayed wide, they move farther and farther apart. Her voice was louder this time around. "Yes!" I lifted and placed her gently on the armchair. Then I lifted her knees and hooked them over the arms of the armchair, they were wide open for me. I looked up at her, Her eyes were gaping wide at me, trying to figure out my next move.

She scrambled back, standing on unsteady legs, her eyes glassy, dazed almost. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings and dragged them down her hips and thighs. She kicked out of them, holding onto his shoulder to steady herself. That done, he tore at the belt buckle and yanked his jeans open. Diha picked up the condom and tore it open. He shoved his underwear and pants down his legs, but before he could get them completely off, Diha was there again. She straddled his lap, grasped his cock and rolled the condom on.

My hair fans out like spilled ink. He moves to stand between my knees. “Lift your shift.” My hands shake as I gather the linen, draw it up my thighs. Higher. Higher. Until the fabric bunches at my waist. Cool air kisses the bare skin between my legs. I’m exposed. Completely. His eyes darken. A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Open,” he says. “Show the altar what belongs to it.” My thighs part—slow, trembling. The position feels obscene, sacred, impossible.

He was very close to coming and all the deep breathing in the world wouldn't hold him back. much more time. It was time for the final position. “Ready for the lotus?” “Hmm. I think my leg muscles have turned to jelly. “You'll be relaxed. Flexible. Her eyes flew open. - What do I do? He was in and out of her, wailing the need. Bend your knees to your chest, as you did before. But this time, cross your legs, as if you were in the yoga lotus position. She complied and treated him to the sight of her lower body turned upwards.

After a few minutes, I come to a halt and rise up. “Let’s get this out of you, shall we?” I groan. She gives a nod. I gently elevate her leg before removing her jeans. Her desire permeates the air, driving Red insane. Before putting her pant on the floor and separating her legs, I smell it like a freak.

“If this is what you want, then do it. I’m all yours.” The zipper now lowered, she slid her hand down to squeeze his legs over his jeans. Mother of all things sexy. He had such muscular legs. It shouldn’t surprise her. He had a panther inside him. The animal loved to run. But it was the way he held himself tense, almost afraid to move as she touched him. She curled her hands on the denim and motioned for him to lift his ass. The jeans came down to his knees in a swift yank. She didn’t stop staring into his eyes, watching his reaction. With his legs now bare, she pushed the denim farther until it pooled at his feet.

Hearing the thunderous sounds, she opened her eyes, looked around, the clouds were still rumbling as if God has opened the gates of the dam. She shivered feeling cold and snuggled up with him holding him tight. Hardeep was still sleeping with a smile on his face. Putting up her plan into action she slid off her robe wearing just purple lingerie. Opening her kit which she kept near the bed, she took out oil and spread on her body, then sliding away the quilt, making him open his eyes, she started working on his toes first giving fleeting kisses, then moving upwards like a fish, she kept her eyes on his face. She was looking like a voluptuous making him touch her but ...but there she said, mov

Her wrists were starting to bleed from all the pushing she was doing, but John was completely indifferent. Naked, he covers his cock with lubricant and kneels between Saphira's legs, who tries to kick him. With Saphira's legs tightly held, she forces her to open her legs and prepares to evade her body.