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They left my member twitching in my pants. "Shit!" She cried when my lips met her thighs. "Your mind," I ran my tongue across the skin of her legs and felt her wiggle in my hold. "Oh…" She moaned and I smirked against her thighs. "Your soul," I growled, breathing on her thighs. I felt one of her legs come around my back, tugging me closer, and I grabbed the fleshy part of her thighs, spreading her legs. "Belongs to me," I spoke, sucking on the flesh of her thighs.

He didn't just reach out; he let his hand fall, heavy and possessive, onto my mid-thigh. The silk of my skirt was thin, but the compression leggings I wore beneath to hide my masculine leg hair were even thinner. His fingers didn't find the soft, yielding flesh of a sixty-year-old woman. They struck the rock-hard, conditioned quadriceps of a man who had spent a decade standing in professional kitchens and sprinting through the streets of New York. Lucien’s hand didn't pull away. It squeezed. His thumb traced the sharp, defined ridge of the muscle, a surprising density that no amount of padding could disguise.

"We’ve got...wow, 823 viewers. A new record! So, our little foot bitch is back for another round. Let’s see if he can redeem himself. Spoiler alert: he can’t." I gritted my teeth and focused. I had chosen Sub-Zero because he was stacked with strong moves. Cetrion, though tricky, was weaker overall. I came out swinging, landing a Frost Hammer and a Cold Shoulder charge. Just as I prepared my next move, she broke my focus. "You know, Squirt is wearing my red lace La Perla panties right now," Mac said smugly. "Bet he’d rather have a pair of my dirty socks. Right, foot bitch?"

He wants me to choose his clothes for him. After that, Zavion casually discarded his towel to wear his boxers right in front of me. My eyes popped out in fascination. His appendage was considerably big even when limp, and his thighs. My mouth watered at the sight of his muscular thighs. Bristling with small curly hair, they were in perfect shape, absolutely manly. He turned around and I couldn't help but gawk at his rear. His round plumpy ass. I wouldn't mind getting a bite of those delicious cheeks.

"I saw the way you kept squeezing your thighs together. Still needy from this morning?" I refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting it right away. "Maybe I took care of it myself after you left." His eyes darkened. "Liar. I told you not to touch yourself." One of his hands slid down my side, tracing my waist but stopping at my hip. He squeezed lightly, then released. "If you did, I will make you wait even longer next time." The threat sent a thrill through me. I reached out and trailed my fingers down his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his hoodie. "You seem pretty worked up yourself. Those sweatpants do not hide much."

His thighs? Shit. His god damn thighs. They’re not legs. They’re weapons. They bulge out from the knee, muscle on muscle, each group defined in a way that seems physically impossible. They connect to a firm, perfect, biteable ass that I shouldn’t be staring at. But I am. He could kill someone with those thighs. He’s definitely killed someone with those thighs. The movement repeats. Up, down, thud. Up, down, thud. The bar hitting the floor reverberates through the room. His muscles pop from the strain, skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat that make his intricate tattoos look like art in motion.

Now, my family's life hangs on me being pure. I was in a white high push up bra, a thing and garters. It was meant to make me look pure and sexy for him, something to give me power. All I felt was sadness as I spread my legs open. Adrian came close to the edge of the bed, staring down at my body. “Panties,” he said. I lifted myself slightly, pulling the thing down my body. I watched him take off his shirt and singlet, a tattoo on his shoulder. He climbed me roughly, spreading my legs even wider. Tears almost fell down, but I was determined to go through this.

Sylvia replied. He bent over and slowly ran his tongue up her right thigh above the top of her hosiery. When he reached the top just below her pussy he opened his mouth and sucked hard using his teeth lightly to leave a big hickey on her thigh. Sylvia was crying, " No, no, please stop, no," and then screaming, "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGG," as he ran his index finger into her cunt and gently massaged her G spot. She was still gasping for air when Chuck did the same thing to her left thigh. "No, please no, please not again," she cried as he sucked hard on her left thigh leaving an even bigger hickey.

It was better if he comforted her by answering, "No. It's still as slim as before." However, he actually told her that they had become thicker! What the hell did he mean by that? Did it mean that her thighs were much thicker at this moment?!!! Sigrid felt unhappy. She withdrew her legs and said, "You think my thighs are fat, don't you? Then you should go out and find someone with a pair of slim thighs!" Don't think that she didn't know that he liked girls with nice-looking thighs! This pervert often touched her thighs at night...