Open Legs Novels & Stories

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.

From the knees down, the skirt gradually flared out, with peacock feathers—outlined in silver thread—embroidered into the sheer fabric. With every step she took, the feather patterns rippled gently, making her look like a peacock prancing under the moonlight, about to spread its wings. Even the train trailing behind her carried an air of refined pride. There were two children beside her. Wanda was adorable and well-behaved, while Rowley was handsome and cool. But what shocked everyone the most was the man holding the hands of the two children.

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.”

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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