She's Got Legs Novels & Stories

She’s chosen a stretchy dark red cropped vest top and soft black leggings with black trainers. She throws on a dark red sweatshirt, which matches the top, to cover her arms and stomach. George loves pulling up her leggings, hard enough that she has to go on tiptoes. He knows she loves the way it makes her feel cared for and protected. He sits her on the bed and kneels to put her shoes on for her. She takes a moment to look around the room.

She made her way to Henry's chambers, searching for the door that led to his study. Her heart beat accelerated when she stopped in front of the door. She couldn't wait to see how he would react when she told him she loved him. With a sweet smile on her face, she grasped the door knob and turned it open. And froze instantly. There was a woman inside the study with Henry. An absolutely sexy woman, dressed in a short, black leather dress that moulded her perfect hourglass shape, and matching leather boots. Her vibrant red hair flowed down her back like rivers of flame, stopping in the middle of her back.

I called awkwardly, unable to say anything else. Lucas sat her down as he took in her dressing,a leather Jacket and black trousers and of course her boots....that was practically all I ever saw her wear. "Hi dear….are you friends with Sabastian?". Lucas asked Snow and I expected her to say no but Snow never ceases to amaze me. "We met recently. I won't say we were friends yet". Snow replied. I don't know what type of reply that was. "If that is so you are friends already". Lucas concluded and I glared at him.

Her eyes accidentally met to her feet as she saw the whole earth beneath her feet. Her legs began to shake, she moved her eyes all and saw the endless universe, firey stars, and frozen planets. Her eyes become wide as soccer but she could not feel her heartbeat, she could not feel the loud thumping in her veins. " what the fuck is happening with me? " she said as she looked at herself, she was in something white. It was not a dress not a clothe but something she could not put a label on, it was soft as silk maybe more she did not know.

“Have you seen her legs? It’s calling me dude, it's making me hard.” The other one grinned, “Do you think we can taste her?”

she softly called, bringing his eyes to her. He looked up at her and was surprised for a mere moment. She was wearing a long white shirt with the phrase 'NEVER GIVE UP' written on the back and front. Her legs were covered with black leggings and her feet got stuck in black ankle boots. Taking his time admiring her body, he leaned back further on the comfy couch and urged her to come to him with the move of his finger.

She won't admit to it, but she knows it's true. She's a natural beauty, with a 5' 10" frame, long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, incredible legs, and 38D-24-36 curves. Every man turns his head when she walks into the room. She's always dressed in something that accentuates her curves and usually shows plenty of skin. She hasn't always been a cock loving slut. She's my cock loving slut in training.

Or great dread as I do not know what I have just stepped into? Pulling my slacks to my waist, I watched as she walked across the room, in my shirt. Her waist sashays as she walks and the short rides up her upper thigh, thanks to her hip. I can not ignore how perfectly carved her legs are. Those legs that easily wrap around my waist as I thrust into her. Think straight, Finn. She went to the mini bar and poured herself another drink before turning to look at me with one hand leaned against the marble island.

No, she's not even aware of her beauty or how she could use it to get whatever she could ever want from men. She's wearing a pair of long black pencil jeans that accentuate the hell out of her legs that go all the way up to her wide, hourglass hips. Her thighs don't meet in the middle, but leave a nice inviting gap between them that makes me think about one thing and one thing only...

I feel a race of heat shoot straight to my power center as I picture her face twisting in pleasure beneath me. She’s wearing heels – heels! And a black pencil skirt that clings perfectly to every one of her flawless curves. Tucker may be a prick, but he’s right; her legs are incredible and go all the way up to a wide pair of hips that make me think of one thing: making babies.