Thigh Pics Novels & Stories

I purr, making them bounce as the thong dug harder in my cunt. "Exactly like that, you filthy bitch." He groaned, old dick fighting to get out of his trousers. "I want pictures of the thong. Legs up on the couch." I waltzed over the couch, ass pushed out. Laying down, I spread my legs up to my ears as my pussy came into view. I was soaked already, dripping down my inner thighs. The thong wasn't even visible, digging between my folds and sawing my dry asshole. The air quickly filled with the familiar odor of a pornstar set. The musky smell coming from my wet gash.

fucking. One thumbnail catches my eye. A super jacked guy laying down. My heart pounds. I click. It's just a little clip of about 2 minutes. The guy is on the table, getting railed in the ass wearing only his tie. I admire all the muscles in his body. His pecs are particularly impressive. It's not easy to get that definition in the middle like that. My focus turns to the big cock that's sliding in and out of him. He's taking it like a pro, with his eyes and mouth wide open. My cock throbs again and I give in to the pleasure and grip my cock.

He gripped my ass hard with one hand and I moaned into his mouth. I pushed him hard up against the door, hands at the laces of his trousers to pull him free. I wasn't wasting any time, not after we had been playing this game for what felt like a lifetime. I tugged until they were loose enough to shove down his thighs. He helped, kicking his boots off and pulling free of his trousers. Holy shit. The muscles that made up his thighs joined the rest of his body as if he had been sculpted from clay. I wanted to feel where the artist's thumbs had smoothed the skin to piece him together. I was frozen momentarily, taking in the sight of him.

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.

“All the time?” Nodding, she grinned. “Call me greedy or really you should call me lucky, but with a body like yours…yes.” She let another giggle slip while she was leaning over toward the side of the bed to get a better look at this next part. He tugged his jeans all the way down then finally kicked them away. “Wow…” She actually gawked at his powerful thighs. Her breathing coming in little gasps. He had more tatts there too. God, she couldn’t wait to explore all of this man.

“My inner thighs are killing me, prof. The pain is shooting right up there now. It's so much worse than before, please check them again. It feels like it’s pulsing deep between my legs.” My skirt was already riding up high enough to show the edge of my soaked panties and I was shaking with how bad I needed his touch. My pussy throbbing and dripping while my nipples stayed hard and visible against the thin shirt. He moved to the end of the bed again, his gloved fingers sliding slowly and firm under the hem of my short pleated skirt heading straight for that sensitive spot where my pussy met my leg. My whole body shivered violently the second his fingertips brushed the warm wet skin right ther

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'm about to pass out, speak to you tomorrow?" His smile still on his face. "Yes," I purred, ready for what tomorrow would bring. "Night," he whispered. "Good night," I pressed the red button, rolling onto my back. I had never done anything like that before, and Alex’s reaction made my heart beat faster. I got up out of bed, in the hunt for this thong. I normally didn't wear stupidly uncomfortable underwear but found one at the back of my underwear drawer. I took off my top, slipping my thong on. I went to my full-length mirror. I had seen enough models to know how I needed my backside to look good and sat on my knees, my back towards the camera. I must have taken about eighty photos before

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.

His thighs were muscular too. He looked sinfully sexy like this.