Novel & Cerita Open Legs

“Open those pretty legs for me, lass. Wide. Now.” The command shot straight through me. Callum’s touch on my hip stayed soft and reassuring, while Keiran yanked my skirt and panties down in one impatient motion, tossing them somewhere on the floor. Callum leaned down, kissing me slowly, his tongue curling lazily against mine while Keiran’s rough hands spread my thighs. I moaned into Callum’s mouth when Keiran’s fingers dug into the flesh just above my knees, forcing them wider until I could feel the mattress dip under the weight of his body. “Look at ye, all open and wantin’,” Keiran murmured, running his fingers through my slick folds, not gentle in the least. “Ye think Callum made ye beg?

She moans, and I feel her get even wetter. I start to run my hands down the inside of her left leg. When I reach her ankle, I strap it on. Then, slowly, I run my hands down the inside of her right leg. Again, at the bottom, strapping it in place to her ankle. Looking, I can see the button. I click it and pull, and it makes the bar open wider, forcing her legs open. I walk back and look at her. She looks fantastic, totally naked and has no way to cover herself. I feel myself go crazy. I move quickly, the flogger swinging down, hitting her arse, making her scream.

I said opening her legs as I took off her bumshort completely, her legs trembled as she tried to catch her breath normally, I pulled down my trouser a little as I took up her legs entering in her middle legs, opening it widely as I put it below my navel in such a way that her p*$$y was directly on my belly below my navel as her legs began to tremble again as I felt her hot liquid rush down my belly "uhhhm.... Ahhhhhn ahhh, Alex" she called lightly as her juice came out as she could feel her p*$$y on my belly, we stayed like that for some time as she finally caught her breath and began coming back to herself slowly, I let go of her as her legs fell weakly on the bed as she turned on the left

It would do you a lot of good. What was an open relationship? I had no idea. But I listened to him. He wanted me to explore myself, so I did. That was how I met Morgan McLeary at a bar. He had accidentally smashed a bottle of red wine worth 8,800 dollars, and the manager refused to let him leave. He wore a collared shirt that had been bleached and washed so many times it had almost lost its color. An old bag with fraying seams hung from his shoulder.

Chapter 97 I walked past him towards the fridge and opened it. I purposely flaunted my exposed legs, and when I leaned down to find something in the lower part of the fridge, the upper half part of my breast was revealed. Not my fault that my top was loose and had very thin straps on my shoulder, my shorts were shorter than the common shorts. he lets me wear these clothes only inside the house. He is stiff. He'll regret it because I'll make sure he's on his own tonight.

I was about to whine when Uncle David suddenly held my legs with both hands and pulled me to the edge of the bed. ‎He went on his knees and spread my legs so wide. ‎"Spread your legs wider and hold them with your hands," David commanded. ‎I did just that as I widened my legs apart and held them wide open with my two arms under each of my knees. I felt more open and exposed to Mr David, and the bright light that was shining from above the room didn't help matters.

With the strong lights of the dressing room on, that man's clothes became even more flashy. He had to have a very high self-esteem to use that, or an insane courage to put up with comments for his bad choice. Anyway, I opened a smile that I was sure would captivate him, letting him see how my crossed legs highlighted the thickness of my thighs.

"Strip and lie down, legs open this time, knees bent. Feet flat on the velvet, i need to see the lines of your body better." I felt my stomach flip. Yesterday had been intense enough, now he wanted me spread open like that. I kicked off my shoes and started undressing, shirt over my head, jeans down. Everything folded on the chair like before, naked again. I climbed onto the chaise and got into the position he wanted. Knees up and apart, the cool air hit my pussy right away. I knew he could see everything.

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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.