Squidward Thighs Novels & Stories

She leaned closer to him and pulled his short up, exposing his thigh. Gently, she rubbed her soft hands on his thigh and gave it a soft massage. Jack love her soft hand massaging his thigh even though it was hurting him. "Sorry, Is it hurting you?" Sandra asked, looking up at him as she pressed her hand against his thigh. "Yeah but not that much, the place where it really hurts is right here," Jack said, shifting his short up more, showing her the place, right below his left hipbone. She examined the area, noting the heat and a mild contusion. Blood was rushing down his groin and his dick began to wake up from sleep. It stopped at soon as Sandra removed her hand. It was a quick inspection. S

There were ridges on the side of his midsection, showing efforts of consistent working out in the gym. Despite my efforts, I allowed my eyes to trail down to the tapered V of his waist and I swallowed greedily. The comment Fatima made of his legs being equivalent to his cock rang clear in my head and I had no doubt that it would be an impressive size. My thighs clenched together involuntarily at the thought and a wicked heat pooled low in my belly. I realized that I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. His eyes had darkened when he looked at me, that playful light replaced with something more intense.

I gave the soft area a few playful squeezes, feeling the slight roundness beneath my fingers. That little bit of softness always became more noticeable whenever I sat down, something I often teased myself about. I chuckled softly under my breath, running my thumb in slow circles against my skin. My gaze lowered further, and I couldn’t help but notice how thick my thighs looked. They were full and strong in their own way. As I was tying the robe’s straps into a ribbon at my side, I suddenly heard a knock on the closed door. The sound broke the quiet rhythm of the room, making me glance up in surprise.

Mom said while suppressing her laugh. "Mom..we have servants for that." Siddharth said grumpily while looking down at mom. We both giggled when he groaned in irritation but I suppressed my laugh and turn it into a fake cough when he glare at me. He is not wearing any shirt and only in his denim jeans looking all sexy and hot. Sweat drops is dripping from his biceps and back making me churn my stomach in excitement. Mussels of his biceps stretched when he was cleaning the fan and he is really looking very cute when he was frowning in irritation.

Everyone was dumbfounded because Theodore was so powerful that Niven couldn't even handle his single strong blow. The sweat drops are running down from his hair to his long neck and from there down to his broad shoulder only to race over his hard-toned eight packs. His sharp muscular thighs made him look like a complete ring fighter. Every woman drooled over him meanwhile Theodore looked down at the Niven and mumbled " sorry man. Doesn't mean to be disrespectful toward you but I was running out of patience. "

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It was so humiliating, and it made me so wet I felt it dripping down my thighs. I looked up at him, my mouth watering. He was beautiful and his length was terrifying. It was pulsing right in front of my face. I reached out with shaking hands and gripped his hard, muscular thighs. I leaned in and swirled my tongue all around the head, licking up that salty drop of heat. “Mmmphh” A small moan escaped my throat.

When I was about to leave the livingroom Siddharth walk into the livingroom. He is wearing a white fit tshirt which shows his muscular chest and a denim jacket on it with a hood cap. He wear a denim rip jeans and a white shoes on it. His jacket sleeves is rolled uptown his elbow and he wear a black watch on his right wrist. His green veins in hand enhance his beauty. He looks devilishly handsome with freshly showered.

I opened my mouth further till I bobbed my head on his thumb, sucking it like I would suck a cock. I could do other things than just dance. I could do so much more and he was about to find out. I licked his thumb, swirling my tongue over it before sucking on it from top to base. I whimpered, moaning softly as I broke a part of my net thigh high socks. He glanced at it and when he held my gaze again, his eyes squinted and his pupils had dilated. The change in reaction was a sign of victory. I should stop now. I really should but I was already squirming in my seat. I trailing my hand up my thigh, creating a tingling sensation.

I touched my own body, the effect was extraordinary when I wanted to squeeze my breasts which were so big, "Oh, damn! Why is it like this." I squatted down while squeezing my hair to stop this unusual feeling. Instead of feeling better, this feeling got worse, my pussy was throbbing and stretching, and I wanted to feel the hot touch that I hadn't felt for a long time, damn this was embarrassing! I heard footsteps approaching and it was Zoris. How about this, I tried to stand up and be strong but what I saw now was that he was walking only wearing boxers and his pants were tight under it. Shit!