Open Legs Novels & Stories

She said as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor before kicking it to a corner of the room. “Why yes. I am very intrigued to see your origami positions.” Jordans eyes widened as Meredith pulled her shirt over her head and exposed her body wearing just her panties and bra. She then began to perform odd exagerated stretches. She sat on the floor and folded herself in half. Then spread her legs and folded herself again. Then she rolled onto her back with her legs hanging over her head. She folded herself backwards in an awkward crab like position.

"Now." That word. Now. It shot straight to my dick, and I swear I grew even harder. "Yes ma'am," I said. I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties. She lifted her hips to help me, and I slid them down her legs slowly, so slowly over her knees, her calves, her ankles. She kicked them off the rest of the way, and they joined the pile of clothes on the floor. Her legs were still closed. Shy. Protective. I placed my hands on her knees and gently pushed them apart.

I accidentally looked at the live comment section and I just hold my laugh when I read one of it saying, "I haven't yet see his sholong but I already came. Darn! Your charm is very strong!" "Make sure that you are already all alone and there's already a tissue beside you. Actually, watch in way what you want, I hope you are all ready because the real show will about to begin." He pulled down his pants and his big brick showed. He stretch his feet which made his shlong look longer. It's already long but it got even longer whenever he's stretching it out. He stopped playing his pet and took off his pants fully. He then leaned on his chair and opened his legs which made him look like the hottes

"Please tell me... are you related to her in any way?" A cold, sarcastic smile touched my lips. I pulled my wrist free from his grasp, stepping back just enough to widen my stance. Slowly, deliberately, I gathered the fabric of my dress, hooking my fingers into the hem and lifting the skirt up past my thighs. I opened my legs apart a little bit so he could see my hairy vagina and its hole, completely unshielded in the dim moonlight.

As he continued to make fun of me, I let out a loud groan and groaned. After pulling himself up to his full height, Jack took off his shirt and walked around shirtless. I was able to make out the ripples of his muscles just under the surface of his skin as he flexed his arms. He threw his pants to the ground and stepped out of them, revealing an enormous erection that was standing upright and pointing directly upwards and outwards towards the heavens. He snatched his cock quickly and started vigorously stroking it in his hands. In the middle of the picture, his balls swung lazily below the rigid rod he had placed there.

My legs were still closed, but barely—the thong was twisted, clinging to my swollen lips. I decided to give him a show. Something to break that ice-cold stare. My heart pounded, but I was done waiting. I spread my legs slow, deliberate, letting the cool air hit my soaked pussy. The lace was sheer, transparent from my juices, and I knew he could see everything—my pink folds glistening, the way my clit peeked out, begging for touch. I opened wider, knees bending, feet planted on the bed. Exposed. Vulnerable. Offering myself like the filthy slut I'd always dreamed of being for him.

Even after one round, Brian wasn't satisfied. His strong hands gripped my legs, forcefully spreading them wide until I was bent into an obscene position—my knees pressed nearly to my shoulders, every inch of me exposed to his intense gaze. His powerful hands roughly forced my legs apart, pinning them into an obscenely spread position — my knees pushed almost level with my shoulders, my entire wet sex laid completely bare before his eyes. My pink lips were swollen and parted, glistening slick seeping steadily from my entrance, my sensitive clit standing erect and trembling faintly.

“Now, you’ll be good and open your legs for daddy.” I nod, half excited, half humiliated. My legs spread apart, flashing my cunt in his view. “Fucking wider, bitch.” Impatient, he slaps my legs apart, and yanks me down, this close to bashing my soft pussy against his knee. “More like it.”

Still and steady. “Legs up,” he told me, and I raised them to my chest, letting my knees fall wide. I was lost to the shyness of everything now. I didn’t care how exposed I was. I knew he’d be able to see my asshole, and the wetness of my pussy, practically dripping.

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.