Thigh Pics Novels & Stories

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

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She advanced the presentation, and the two pictures were replaced with one. My breath caught in my throat. I was now staring at a picture Lisa's thong-clad a*s. It was framed perfectly in the center of the picture, clearly taken in my girlfriend's bathroom. It was evident that she took her time with this image, making sure her butt was being shown off perfectly. And it was. The cheeks were firm and round, standing out clearly from her slim body. Each of them were just perfectly shaped, round, and smooth and firm. Her skin was evenly tanned, the smooth, silky flesh of her ass making it look even better. The creases between her a*s and her legs were almost artfully smooth. The way her butt eme

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.

He ordered and with trembling legs and thighs, I picked myself up to kneel on the bed. His hand gripped a thigh of mine, spreading it and ensuring that my legs were parted even though I was now on my fours. With an almost dazed look, I grabbed the sheets and held on tightly, heart thumping hard and pussy throbbing with pain and yet twisted pleasure. PIETRO GIACOMETTI She was a sight to behold. On her fours, the pink sleep wear clinging to her body only in certain curves of her body and her legs spread out while her ass was raised up high. My Peaches was a fucking sight to behold.

I hooked my thumbs into my leggings and slid them down slowly , teasing, letting my bare pussy come into view, lips puffy, swollen, glistening wet, no panties, just slick arousal dripping down my thighs. The musky-sweet smell of how turned on I hit the air between us. “Yes, Anthony… I want your mouth on my pussy… eating me out until I cum all over your tongue. But first look at how wet you made me… my juices are running down my thighs just from stroking your cock.” I lay back down, spread my legs wide, knees bent, feet flat, exposing every inch of my shaved, dripping cunt. My clit throbbed visibly, peeking out hard and needy.

I angled the phone just right and clicked several teasing photos , capturing the way my hard nipples poked through the fabric, the flush spreading across my chest, my face red and lips parted in barely,contained slutty need. I sent them straight to him. No caption. Just pure filth. Feeling even bolder, even stupider, I hiked my short pencil skirt all the way up to my waist, the fabric bunching around my hips like a useless belt. I pushed my soaked thong roughly to the side, exposing my dripping, puffy pussy completely to the cool office air. The thick vibrator was clearly visible, buried between my slick, creamy folds, its faint outline pressing against my inner walls as it buzzed away merci

Tabitha sitting backwards on a piano bench, a marble bust propped up in front of her pussy, facing inwards suggestively. Tabitha's long neck arched back, a smooth white dildo eased deep into her mouth. Tabitha standing at her bathroom sink, her tight white ass jutting back as she bent forward to apply lipstick. Tabitha clad in nothing but a pair of thigh-high stockings, looking at the camera with her head cocked to one side quizzically, her glossy brown hair drawn up in pigtails. Tabitha on her knees in a dog collar, a leash clasped to her neck, the lead held up invitingly to the camera.

I was in a short jeans skirt and a tank top. Don't know why I intentionally wore a thong pant. Was I trying to entice him? He groaned when his eyes fell on my bare thighs and visible pants. “You have gripping sexy thighs, makes me want to hear you moan out loudly.” He grunted, drawing closer to me. He tickled his hands down my thighs and leaned in, planting soft kisses on both thighs while I fluttered my eyes closed on the softness of his lips, it sent warm sensations over my body.