Sitting On His Lap Novels & Stories

I sat on his lap and rubbed him lustfully. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯

As they lay there catching their breaths, Izzy realizes that she is becoming more and more comfortable with him. After a while, Carter sits up and pulls her up with him in a sitting position. However, instead of sitting side by side, he makes her sit on his lap, with both her legs on either side of his hips. Izzy’s heart is pounding as she sits on his lap, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist for balance. His hands rest on her hips, holding her in place. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

he said, smirking at me. I really didn't want to sit on his lap and have my breakfast. It seemed so weird but he really isn't giving me a choice here so I had to sit because l was so hungry. As I sat on his lap and began eating my food l was shifting my ass trying to get comfortable. I was also trying to avoid any contact between my ass and his díck but he didn't seem to care as he held my waist and Drew me closer, shifting my hair to one side and whispering.

She brought a few papers and vessa to me, along with a chair and table. "We only have one chair," She said, looking at Ril. Is this like revenge or something? "It's fine," He said and sat down on the chair she brought and pulled me to his lap. "Now leave," He said, and obite couldn't say anything much but leave. [Ril, this is uncomfortable] Sitting together is fine, but sitting on the lap is kind of --- I can't exactly put my words on it. "Be quiet and draw" He said, and obviously his hands are not touching me. It's like sitting on a chair, but a soft chair.

Reluctantly, he pulled away. Danica didn't hide her confusion and disappointment. Loney noticed and turned her around to face him. He leaned his back on the wall, seated on the artificial carpet grass. Danica was still sitting on his lap, facing him this time, her legs spread apart, wrapped around his back. Her white thighs were exposed as the dress lifted to her hips.

She looked up, confused. Then he leaned forward and gently tapped his lap. “Come here.” Izora blinked again. “What?” “Sit,” he said, tone brooking no argument. His palm moved to her waist. “Now.” Before she could question it further, he had already lifted her effortlessly onto his lap, the sudden closeness stealing the breath from her lungs. One of his hands rested firmly on the curve of her hip while the other slid the suit jacket off his own shoulders, letting it fall across the leather seat beside them.

Just as magnificent as I remembered. He turned to the toilet. The seat was closed. He sat down, filling the space, his large thighs straining the fabric of his white shirt. He pulled me forward, lifting me easily, and set me down heavily on his lap. I was straddling him, my bare, wet sex pressed against the taut cotton of his trousers.

Lowering himself onto the leather seat, he spread his legs slightly, his gaze locking onto mine. Then he patted his thigh. "Come here," he murmured. I hesitated, my pulse spiking. Sitting on his lap was one thing. Sitting on his lap now-with that thing pressed against me, with him holding the power to turn it on at any moment-was another. He arched a brow, his patience thinning. I clenched my jaw, forcing my legs to move. Each step felt heavier, my stomach twisting with nerves, but there was no escape. Not

he commanded as Denver sat by his side. “Not there,” he added. The confused boy looks at him with dilating pupils. “Where?” Denver hurriedly asked him, even he knew where he pleads. “Here.” He taps his lap and smiles with his hypnotizing eyes—pursuing him to sit down. Denver gulps in nervousness. “This one is so spacious, why should I sit on your lap? Are you crazy?!” he shouts, but Angelito chuckles sexily and leans on the sofa.

I kiss him and start to pull back, but he grabs me around my waist and pulls me into his arms. “If you play with fire, little flower,” he says in my ear while his hands grab the waistband of my jeans and pull them down, “you might get burned.” “We’ll be late,” I say. “Do you think I care?” he asks. No. And I don’t care either. “How strong are those chairs?” “Let’s see.” While he takes off his sweatpants, I take off my jeans and underwear, then sit on his lap.