She's Got Legs Novels & Stories

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.

That night was a reunion that I had been looking forward to for several years. It was also the first time ever since the incident that my parents were willing to let me be home for the holidays. I tried hard to make my parents love me again, but Sophie pushed me down from the staircase. My leg was injured and no one batted an eye. Everyone rushed to Sophie's side instead. They gathered around her to see if she was okay. I cried from the pain and said, "She pushed me." Sophie didn't defend herself, but said bitterly with red eyes, "Whatever she said."

I whisper to myself, knowing that Leo is able to hear me too. “ and now… ” I look up, my eyes displaying all sinister emotions perfectly. “ She’s mine. ”

With his legs now bare, she pushed the denim farther until it pooled at his feet. She crawled her fingers up his legs, enjoying the warmth of his flesh and the hairs on his thighs. Her gaze finally left his face to get a good look at his cock. Have mercy! He was much bigger than she remembered. His cock stood hard, proud, and waiting. His body trembled with tension.

When I got up for yet another a bit later, she said, "Yeah, this movie isn't very good, but we paid for it so we should at least finish it." "Of course we will" I said, so she pushed to play. Like she sometimes does, she moved over, put her pillow in my lap and snuggled down. As I was setting my drink down, I happened to glance over at her. Her legs were curled up on the couch and her shirt was pulled up a little past mid-thigh. "Wow" I thought, now just a little buzzed, all that track practice has done wonders for her legs. Although Dahlia's legs were short, they were perfectly proportioned for her size. Her skin was pale. The calves were slim but muscular and her thighs were much more shap

"Who is she? Is she an angel?" "Gosh, she's so beautiful! Her blue eyes are like the moon! Could she be a Goddess?" "Look at her sexy legs and thighs! Oh my god, I wish I could lick them!" "Her gown is short to a fault! It barely covers her inner thighs. I love it. Her thighs are so juicy! I'm already poking an erection! Is this what she desired? Did she put that on purpose to seduce us? It is effective! I wish I could fall asleep between her legs! Her pussy will be adorable, I'm sure!

She do as I say she sat down and crossed her legs together. She's wearing a black mini skirt and a white blouse with pumps to complement her looks. Her skirt went up and I can see her flawless milky legs. I swallowed my own spit, looked away from her and started reading her CV. Hmmm she's good at this job and has potentials in this position.

My eyes searched the room for the only person I really wanted to see and when they found her… I damn near told everyone to get the fuck out. Her hair was in big loose curls around her face, she had on more make-up than I’d ever seen but it made her eyes look sexy as hell. All of her sexy as hell. Then I found her legs. Ohh those legs. They were always so incredible. But over a decade on her feet running around she practically had toned runner’s calves. Yeah, I’m weird. She has her ear thing for me and I have a leg thing for her.

Just in case. She heard voices outside...becoming combative from the sound of it. She took one last breath and steeled herself. She turned so that she was in partial profile and extended her exposed leg slightly, taking advantage of its length and making it appear that much longer. If she had one feature she knew was actually quite nice, it was her legs. A fact confirmed in recent memory. They had been skinny and coltish in her youth, but the length and shape and been complimented by her sisters and friends many times as her body matured. So, there was no reason to waste that fact if she intended to go through with this.

"I have nothing to say to parents like you. Her broken leg is badly infected. It smells. When we cleaned it, there were maggots. Didn't you know? In this heat, she came in wearing a thick coat, covered in injuries. Do you have any idea how much pain she's been in?" Mom couldn't take it. She dropped to her knees and cried. "I don't believe it!" Dad shouted. "We have money. We can treat her! Dr. Seymour, use the best medicine. We have money!" His voice echoed down the hall. The nurses started whispering. "Did you see what she had on under that jacket? It's all ripped. She looks poor. What money do they have for the best medicine?" "She came here alone a few days ago. When we asked her to pick