Thigh Pics Novels & Stories

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.

I ran my fingers slowly up my inner thighs, feeling how warm my skin was, teasing the camera while I stared right into the lens. My pussy was already throbbing, that deep ache building between my legs. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, my juices starting to leak out and soak the lace even more. The chat window lit up with a few lazy messages. Hey baby. Looking good. Small tips trickled in, nothing big yet. I smirked at the camera, hooked a finger under the crotch of my panties, and pulled them roughly to the side. My bare cunt flashed on screen, pink and shiny, my swollen clit peeking out.

she said, her voice excited and high, her free hand waving me on as Thalía laughed beside her, holding her own phone steadily to capture the moment. Vexor moved in from the other side then, ripping off his pants in one quick pull, the Velcro tearing loud over the music, revealing a thong that barely contained his massive cock, the outline thick and long pressing against the thin material, the head poking at the waistband. He straddled my lap without asking, his knees on either side of my thighs on the couch, grinding down slow and hard, his bulge pressing direct against my pussy through my robe and skirt, the friction making me gasp sharp, my clit pulsing hard from the contact, a fresh wave

"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

The hair on his legs did not have the same red tint as the rest of his hair, growing thickly over his shins but thinning above the knee. Football, running, and his work on the farm had his thighs long and leanly muscled. Rhett was right about the pubic hair, she acknowledged to herself. There was something exotic about his c-ck standing amongst the red curls. There was a strip of skin from mid-thigh to his lower belly that was whiter than the rest of his skin, the line of shorts, but his chest, shoulders and arms were bronzed and lightly freckled from going shirtless in the sunshine.

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.