Novel & Cerita Spread Your Legs For Me

And the growing ache between your legs that you’ve been trying to ignore for the last hour. Why are you still sitting so primly? Knees together like a good girl who hasn’t been thinking filthy thoughts all day? I know better. Open your legs. Now. Spread them wide for me. Wider. Plant your feet flat on the floor and let your knees fall apart until the cool air kisses the damp heat soaking through your panties. Feel how exposed you are? Good. That little shiver running up your spine is just the beginning.

“Say yes.” “…Yes.” “Good girl.” My legs trembled. “Now,” he said, voice deeper, firmer. “Put the phone on speaker.” “What—right now?” “Yes. Now. Lie back on your bed.” My hands were shaking. But I listened. I put the phone on speaker, then laid back slowly. “Spread your legs for me.” My breath caught. “Wider,” he said. “I want you wide open.” I spread them until I was fully exposed, heart racing. “Xavier…”

“Well, it’s not just me going. I’m catching a ride with friends.” “There’s room for one more, right?”

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” My thigh clenches as I obey, parting them further. His eyes darken and his hands slide up inside my gown and to the waistband of my thong. He drags it down and I lift up my ass to help him pull it all the way off me. He tosses it aside.

'Just lay down on the bed and spread your legs for us. I swallowed hard, my body obeying before my mind could catch up. I scooted back against the pillows, lowering myself flat on the mattress, the cool sheets brushing against my bare back. Slowly, deliberately, I parted my thighs, exposing myself completely to their gaze. The air felt thick, charged, as my pussy already started to ache with needy anticipation, a faint wetness gathering between my folds.

Mу legs automatically ѕрrеаd wіdеr, аllоwіng him more ассеѕѕ аnd a ѕmіlе touched mу lips hearing hіm grоwl hіѕ аррrоvаl. I needed hіm ѕо bаd; mу bоdу was оn fіrе crying out fоr a rеlеаѕе. I flіnсhеd with pleasure аnd surprise аѕ his tongue slowly tеаѕеd mу сlіt. Hе softly сhuсklеd at my rеѕроnѕе, аnd I blushed. Hе рullеd me сlоѕеr, рlасіng bоth legs оvеr hіѕ ѕhоuldеr so hіѕ tоnguе could work mе dеереr.

She’s spread wide open for me, her luscious thighs glistening with her sweet juices, and I can’t wait to taste her on my tongue. I crawl onto the bed and run my hands up and down her legs, lightly brushing my thumbs over her lower lips but stopping short of her clit. She moans and tries to squeeze her thighs together for relief but the spreader bar prevents the action. A frustrated whine escapes her, making me chuckle.

“Lie back with your legs spread wide over the sides.” I obeyed, the padded bench cool against my heated skin. I draped my legs open, my feet planted on the floor, exposing my glistening folds completely to his view. The mirror across from us reflected everything — my flushed body that arched in offering and his towering form looming above me.

The friction causing pain and pleasure. "Just stand still and spread your legs," he said in a hoarse and husky voice to which I obliged. I was spreading my legs in public, to a stranger who also happens to be my boss and who also happens to be my father's age. I was beyond control, I spread my legs apart for him without any shame, he inserted his right hand into my panties, his fingers rubbing the spot which tingles the most.

But unnecessary. Open them. Right now. Spread your knees wide. Wider. Until the cool air hits the damp cotton between your legs and you feel exposed even though no one else is watching. Only me. Only my voice in your head telling you exactly how this is going to go. Good girl. Now look down.