Thigh Pics Novels & Stories

I giggled. Putting her on speaker again, I went to Mythinder and took a screenshot of his profile. The profile picture is of him in a fitted white button up and his hair is styled nice. On his page, you can see a picture of him with his dog and another of him shirtless. And my goddess, it’s definitely hard to breathe when you’re looking at that one. He’s got a firm chest and a thin torso. He’s playing soccer in another one with very short shorts. You just want to lick the sweat dripping down his thigh muscles. I sent the screenshot to her and she was quiet as she clicked on it. “Holy shit he’s hot,” she groaned.

I could not give her a pet that had a risk of dying soon. I scrolled and the next picture made all the blood in my body rush to a certain organ. It was a picture of her mid-air, but that was not what had caught my attention. It was the view of her thighs that had gotten my attention. Her dress had ridden up and her soft creamy thighs had been on display. Fuck!

“Fuck you. You can’t do anything so extreme with just one picture. You’re bluffing – I know you have nothing more on me.” His reply made her shiver. “If you want to take chances, first see how high the stakes are.” Attached to the message, was a screenshot showing the thumbnails of several pictures of herself in different phases of her life – half-dressed or naked, always throwing a lusty look at the camera. There was a thumbnail of a video where she had two fingers between her legs. Tashi gulped. She remembered how the video ended – her masturbating furiously to an intense orgasm, moaning Akash’s name out loud. The other thumbnail was of a video of Akash fucking her while she lay on the bed

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

The photo loaded slowly. It was Rachel in what looked like a hospital staff bathroom stall. Her scrubs were pushed down around her thighs. Her legs were spread. Two fingers held her pussy lips open, showing how obscenely wet and swollen she was. Her clit was visibly throbbing. A thin string of arousal dripped down toward the toilet seat. The caption beneath it made my stomach drop.

I bit my lips, rubbing my thighs together to create friction. I couldn't help it. I kept scrolling. Fuck!! He was so young, at least to be with someone my age. And so fucking hot. Scrolling down, there were countless pictures of him shirtless in a yacht vacation made my mouth water. Toned chest, ripped abs and cum gutters that disappeared under low slung swim trunks. Some photos I could see women in skimpy bikinis pressed on him, their boobs spilling out. One even had her fake tits wedged on his arm.

He grasped her legs firmly and let his fingers glide from her foot all the way up to her thighs. She trembled at his touch, which was also her sensitive spot, until she felt the warmth pooling between her thighs. “Let go!” She pulled her leg back, but he tightened his grip, his hands moving slowly over her belongings, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’re wet,” he said gruffly, his eyes drawn to her flawless thighs. Wow, she was absolutely stunning! Her legs were perfect. Silky and gentle, completely flawless. Everything was spotless. He kept his hand moving on her inner thighs, captivated by the way her body rose and fell with each deep breath.

My legs are numb from the waist down, pins and needles crawling up my thighs whenever I try to shift. My hole—Jesus Christ, my hole—throbs with every heartbeat, swollen and raw and gaping open like it's forgotten how to close. I risk a glance down at myself. Mistake. Dried blood crusts the inside of my thighs. More of it smeared across my ass crack, dark and flaking. My hole is visible even in the dim light filtering through the curtains; red, puffy, obscene. He wrecked me. And I fucking loved it.

I knew what was next when I saw her slip her thumbs into the thin waistband of her thong. I could only utter a few words of instruction, "Do it slowly." All you could hear was the click after click of me taking pictures from every angle as she ever so slowly stripped off her thong. She was clean shaven as I suspected which allowed the camera to capture her sweet pussy lips as they became exposed. I had her climb on top of the bar to strike a variety of poses for me while the camera captured her young, naked body. She bent over for me while I took a picture of her puckered asshole and glistening, damp pussy. She sat on the edge with her heels up near her ass giving me a perfect view of her op

My brеаth іѕ соmіng fаѕtеr, and he hаѕn’t еvеn touched mе. I ѕtаnd іn frоnt оf him in my underwear and tаnk tор. I cock mу hір to one ѕіdе. It mаkеѕ mе lооk a little leaner аrоund the thighs. I am worrying about mу body, wondering if hе аррrоvеѕ or nоt.