Thigh Pics Novels & Stories

His legs were already exposed, by jeans cut off at the top of his thighs. Clare Markham had never seen a body like it, which is why it fascinated her. His chest was broad, his abdomen flat and delineated by hard, stringy muscles, his biceps bulging as he worked. He was tall with long legs which were contoured by thick, well-defined muscles, his whole body like some relief map of musculature. His buttocks were small and tight and hard, like two cantaloupes wrapped in denim.

Confident. Talia kept playing with her breasts, her thighs parting wider, her glistening center on full display. Theo watched her put on a show, her body screaming for attention. Sean’s pants stretched from the force of his arousal. Without a word, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. His body was lean and powerful. Broad shoulders, cut abs, a slim waist. He undid his pants and let them drop. Talia gasped. The photo Theo had seen didn’t prepare him for the real thing. Sean’s cock stood tall and thick, hanging heavy between strong thighs. It was massive—black, veined, intimidating. His balls matched the size, full and prominent. The whole thing throbbed with promise.

she cried out in pain. “Lie on the bed Sophie. Stay on the edge.” I instructed her. She rushed to do as I say, shy yet turned on so much for me. “Open your legs for me.” Sophie looked at me from beneath her lashes and then, slowly spread her legs, showing me her pussy. Her golden curls there, the white flesh of her thighs, the pink bud. “Fuck, you're soaked for me,” I said, not able to take my eyes of her. A pink blush crept up her skin at my words.

The lace covers my tits, but leaves out the nipples expose to plain sight, to suck on without hinders, and a single hook to hold it in place on my back. The panties is just as bad, lace covers my cunt, but a circular cut leaves my pussy lips expose, tiny lines dips in between my ass cheeks, connecting tiny fabric extends to my mid-thigh attached to a thong. I pick up my phone and set it on my tits and click, then I move it lower and take another snap, I take another one this time with my face. I look up Norman’s name and send the pictures to him, grinning to myself, giggling as I imagine those dark look of his, the veins that tenses up his arms.

Leaning back in my seat, I push my chest out, causing my breasts to strain against the tight fabric. Thoth’s eyes watches my every movement, arousal thickening his member beneath his white cotton pants. I drop my hand to my thigh, pretending to accidentally pull up the hem of my gown a bit more, revealing more of my smooth legs to his view. I watch as Thoth’s member jumps within his pants, hardening to a painful level.

Holy shit. The woman in the photo is lying on a bed, her legs in the air and crossed at the ankles. She has on fishnet stockings that lead up her legs to her thick thighs. She's wearing high-waisted black underwear that shows off her wide hips, giving her an old-school pinup feel, and a sexy bra that barely contains her full breasts, the material just covering the essentials. Every part of her is thick and luscious. All the blood in my body flows to my dick.

Where did he go? Tease her and run away? How was she supposed to sleep tonight? Just as she was wondering, Colin sent a photo. "Damn!" Leah couldn't help but swear, immediately sitting up and eagerly opening the picture. In the photo... It was Colin's upper body. No face, no clothes. Dim lighting. Fair skin, well-proportioned muscles. Not overly muscular, somewhere between a boy and a man, the muscle lines flowing smoothly. Winding down to the waist of light gray pants, radiating a refreshing and handsome sensuality.

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

The pics changes from time to time. To be continued.

The girls who are standing in front of Sebastian while doing the shopping look at him with lust in their eyes. "Whoa, look at him!" A girl called out to her friend. "Oh, my goodness—he is freaky hot!" Another girl muttered, staring at Sebastian from head to toe. He is wearing a red t-shirt that is fitted against his muscular biceps while showing off his sexy workout body; he is incredibly looking tall and handsome in jeans while chewing the gum in his mouth. "Hey, he has such long, sexy thighs!" "I am curious—how would his thighs work while having sex?" The first girl licked her lips, staring at Sebastian's thighs.