Open Legs Novels & Stories

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.

Near the wide window is a bathtub that I'm sure can accommodate two people. “I want sex in the bathtub!” I exclaimed excitedly and went back into the room. Leopold just laughed a little in response to my words. When I arrived near him, I took off the floral dress that was attached to my body, leaving behind transparent black lingerie. The lingerie I wear has an open cut. With two sides that are only joined by straps and a small seam just under the tits. I didn't wear a bra, so the breasts that Leopold was often proud of were clearly visible. And I wear a thong that only covers my clitoris.

She felt him leaning down, close to her legs. Fuck! She shouldn't have wear leggings, jeans might've helped better. He picked up her phone which lied between her both foot and intentionally his eyes travelled to her legs, which were covered in a thin, black stretchable tights which didn't help to hide the curve of her legs but only skin.

#BenjaminZimmermanLosesDecorumOnStreet #TopLawyerInGrendaleGoesWildAtMidnight #YoungerSonOfTheWealthyZimmermansPartiesTooHard All three hashtags occupied the top three spots of the trending list, each followed by a bright red "Breaking" label. He clicked on the first hashtag. Pinned at the top was a high-definition video of him—clothes disheveled, clinging to a tree by the roadside while gnawing and rubbing against it, mumbling incoherently.

Vanessa "Open your legs." My eyes widen, and I shake my head vigorously. "I-I can do it myself-" He cuts me off with an icy glare. "Open your fucking legs." I open my mouth to protest, but quickly close it. Defeated, I slowly spread my thighs, allowing him to reach into the water and wash my most intimate part. A soft gasp escapes my lips as he brushes the fabric against my clit; It feels like a jolt of electricity that ignites every nerve ending in my body.

They made me stand with my legs apart and hands behind my head. “Rule number two,” Marcus said, voice firm. “Your legs stay open whenever we’re around. That means when you’re sitting, walking, or even just standing still, your pussy and ass are always available. No crossing your legs. No closing up. Understand?” “Yes,” I whispered. Rico stepped close and slapped my pussy lightly. “Louder.” “Yes! My legs stay open for you.” Jax smiled. “Rule number three. You don’t wear panties anymore. Ever. Skirts, dresses, shorts—nothing underneath. We want easy access anytime we want.”

Her mouth dropped open the next second. A dozen men dressed in nothing but their underwear filed into the room. Their presence immediately made the temperature hotter by several degrees. Zara's eyes widened at the sight of their bulky six-packs and toned legs. "Make a pick," she heard Mia say after downing a whole glass of martini. Zara shook her head. "We have been through this, Mia. I don't want to get laid. Most especially, not by some—" Mia interrupted, "These are the best men here. I'm sure they can make you feel good about—"

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

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