Novel & Cerita She's Got Legs

He grasped her legs firmly and let his fingers glide from her foot all the way up to her thighs. She trembled at his touch, which was also her sensitive spot, until she felt the warmth pooling between her thighs. “Let go!” She pulled her leg back, but he tightened his grip, his hands moving slowly over her belongings, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’re wet,” he said gruffly, his eyes drawn to her flawless thighs. Wow, she was absolutely stunning! Her legs were perfect. Silky and gentle, completely flawless. Everything was spotless. He kept his hand moving on her inner thighs, captivated by the way her body rose and fell with each deep breath.

“I'd rather not dirty what I have on.” I had been so focused on the emotion I thought crossed her face that I hadn't noticed what she had on. She looked like the complete bombshell she was in her tight flared black dress and her long blond hair in a ponytail Ariana grande style. Our eyes went to her legs and we saw she had three inches of sandal heels on. I scoffed as I shook my head at how obvious she was being. Adam would take one look at her feet and surmise that she had been faking the whole thing all along.

My legs are jelly, and every breath feels like fire, but I can’t stop. "Get up!" I yell at a woman cowering near a big water barrel. She’s clutching her leg, blood seeping through her torn dress. "Come on, you can’t stay here!" "I can’t," she sobs, shaking her head. "You can," I snap, grabbing her arm and pulling her up. "Lean on me."

Her voice was chilling, like it came from hell. "I want one of your legs!"

They're best friends, so why? Too distracted by everything, she didn't notice that she took a wrong step and before she knew it, she found herself falling downstairs. She heard someone scream her name but she didn't recognise the voice as she had already lost consciousness. **** She was awakened by the voices of people talking around her. Even though she can't see them, she can clearly hear and understand their topic. "I don't know when she will wake up. I've been asking her doctor numerous times but even they can't tell us when exactly will Ariana regain her consciousness." That's her mommy Chae's voice.

I couldn’t have forgotten her bitch ass was why Kelvin couldn’t deal with her. I bit my lower lip observing her as she flaunt her pretty face at every rich dude that walked pass. I smiled and shook my head. I should just do what I came her to do and leave her sassy ass alone. "Let's go grab something while I explain things to you." I suggested. A smile flashed up her face as she looked at the fancy restaurant. "Sure." She muttered and immediately started up with her model gait. Her tiny jean skirt fell right above her knee revealing her long straight legs that held her medium ass perfectly well. She'd make ten of these tiny skirties from one of Butterfinger's clothes. Funny.

Insert eye roll. Her legs were hurting from running while they are being trapped in the tight black boot. But it was the one thing she had that matched with the black skinny jeans trouser and a white blouse she was wearing. She had to dress in a way that she wouldn’t look like a thief at first sight.

“Lie down and spread your legs for me like a good girl.” Although her legs are still shaking, she doesn’t take a second before complying. Fuck!

"So, I mean, you would really be a fool to let an a*s like mine get away." "But I am more than just a hot a*s. A lot more, cause I have got it going on everywhere, as I am sure you have noticed." She advanced the slides on her presentation. The next picture showed a picture of her legs, encased in some smooth, black stockings. "I have some amazing, long legs. So, firm... so sexy... I bet all you are thinking about is feeling them wrapped around you," she boasted, raising her eyebrow.

She refused to accept it. "You conniving witch! Give me back my money!" She screeched like a banshee, practically pouncing on me to attack me, but she was clamped in place by Charles, his expression cold and sinister. With a sneer, he said, "Didn't you say that you loved me for who I was, and not what I had? You spent money to fake medical reports, lied about being terminally ill, drugged my drink to get into bed with me, and caused me to get divorced.