Thigh Riding Novels & Stories

I let my hands explore, cupping her tits, brushing my thumb over her nipples and teasing her until she whimpered. She ran her fingers through my hair as she straddled my thigh. Her leg pressed against my crotch, my cock already hard behind the fly of my jeans. Sav cupped my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, then she pressed herself down against my thigh, rocking her hips. She was riding my thigh, and the thought that she was giving herself pleasure that way nearly had me coming in my jeans. She tossed her head back, so I licked the front of her throat and sucked lightly.

I knelt in between his thighs “Beg me to ride you” Roman didn't even hesitate. “Ride me love, please.” We stared at each other for a moment. The air stretched tight between us. I nudged the crown of his cock on my clit, rubbing him over myself. While still maintaining eye contact, I slowly sank down on him. Roman exhaled shakily. I worked my hips. Riding with a rhythm that had both of us moaning. My stomach coiled. My spine tightened. I rode him faster, my hand on his chest, Roman managed to stay still for a few minutes, before he snapped.

l grip everything I can as he starts to pick up his pace, continuing to hit that one spot deep inside me. "Archiee" I moan out, making his grip tighten on my waist as he groans out. He grips my hips as he slides back on the seat, bringing me with him so I'm riding him as I face forward. I place my hands on his knees to help myself lift my body off of his as I start to move up and down to keep the movement going as he slides in and out of me.

Neither dared to open their mouths to shatter this taboo of degradation. As their lower halves sealed flawlessly together until their pubic bones met and ground against each other, his ferociously heavy girth completely penetrated the gap between In-young's thighs. It seated itself so deeply that the flared, crimson tip jutted out into the empty air behind her lush hips. Though he had not actually breached her core, it was the most explicitly carnal form of thigh mating. In-young was crushing his heavy shaft with the entirety of the tender flesh of her most sensitive center, locking it in a flawless, suffocating grip with both thighs.

I kept moving inside her, feeling every pulse and squeeze. I was getting close myself. My balls were tight and my cock was throbbing inside her. But then Katia turned us over suddenly. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top. She grabbed my cock and sank down on it, taking every inch. She started riding me hard, moving her hips up and down fast. Her tits bounced with every movement. I grabbed her ass and helped her slam down on me. She rode me like she owned me, which holy fuck she did. My cock twitched inside her. I was so close. But she stopped moving and came down slowly.

The thong rides low on her hips, cutting high, showing off the perfect round of her ass and the smooth line between her thighs. The gold chain at her waist flashes. I feel it in my teeth. I want my hands on her. Gripping her hips, spreading her thighs, pinning her wrists. My mouth on her. Licking slow up her throat, sucking hard on her nipples, burying my face between her legs until she’s grinding against my tongue. My cock slamming deep inside her tight, wet pussy, stretching her wide, pounding her hard until she’s screaming my name and coming all over me.

"Take every inch." I lowered myself, the head of his cock pushing into me. I moaned as I took him deeper, inch by inch, until I sat fully on him. He filled me completely, pressing against my cervix. "Fuck, yes," Seth grunted, his hands squeezing my ass. "Ride me, Tia. Bounce on my cock." I started moving, lifting up and slamming down. The car rocked slightly with each thrust, his cock slid in and out, slick with my wetness. My breasts jiggled in his face, so he caught a nipple in his mouth again, sucking as I rode him.

But every pass spreads me open just enough that cool air brushes against places that are getting wetter by the second and I press my face harder into the cradle and try not to pant. "I'm going to work your thighs now. Is that okay?" "Yes." He re-drapes the sheet – covers my ass, exposes my right leg. His oiled hands start at my calf – firm strokes, working upward – over my knee, along my outer thigh. Standard. Professional. But when his hands reach my inner thigh, everything changes. His thumbs press into the muscle of my inner thigh – high, close, inches from where I'm aching. He works in slow circles, pressing deep into the adductor muscles, and each circle brings his thumbs slightly highe

I wasn't. “Come closer.” I raised my dress higher as I crawled to his side, but his man wanted me to straddle him, as in, to sit on top of his thighs where he had wounds. I couldn't possibly. “But your thigh—” “Sit your pretty ass down.” I didn't dare try to disobey. I lowered myself, pushed my panties to the side and I slid down his cock like it was tailor made for me. The pain that came afterwards was second to none, and tears came running down my cheeks as I rode and bounced on top of him. His hands settled on my waist, guiding it, watching it, before our eyes met, and our lips touched…and our tongues collided.

He reaches my inner thighs and spreads them apart, exposing my most intimate parts to his view. Master takes a step back and reaches for a riding crop, his eyes never leaving mine. He raises it, letting me know what’s coming next. I brace myself, but he surprises me by gently running the leather tip along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The sensation is both pleasurable and maddening, sending shivers through my entire body.