Open Her Legs Romane & Geschichten

"This is the last time I'm telling you. Open. Your. Legs." She shook her head and started to sit up.

“On your toes and don’t close your legs.” I could imagine how I must look to him in this position. Bent down with my legs apart and inching up on my toes which will open me up and present me to him in an obscene way. In a way, there could be nothing hidden from him. He could probably see the dampness between my pussy lips as I felt cool air brush my insides.

She whispered softly and then laid back and opened her legs. " Step one is." Part 3 loading•••••••••••••••••••••••

"Just a little longer. Right now, I need you to spread your legs." I coughed, wondering if I heard him correctly. "You heard me," he clears up, and the knots in my stomach tighten. I play with the stitches on the inside hem of my skirt, slowly sliding my legs open, one touching the center console, the other the door. The ache in my stomach meets my thighs, warmth pooling in my core.

A low gasp escaped my lips when Lucas pulled me closer to him with his hands wrapped against my legs, then he bent and undid the straps of my heels removing them one by one. He kissed my toe up to my leg as his other hand slid up and down my left leg. Then he got to my knee and placed his hands firmly on it before looking at me. "Open your legs for me, baby," He said huskily as I felt another fluid in me leak out. I nodded while heaving deeply and spreading my legs open to some extent. "Wider baby," He muttered and I widened my legs that the side of my thigh and knees touched the bed. I was fully exposed to him and my eyes traced him till they met his eyes again.

he commanded Luc. With a slow nod, the dark-haired hedonist reached for her legs, caressing his way up, up. “With pleasure.” Do what? They weren’t going to make her come again. Yet. No matter how badly her body ached and needed, arched and yearned and turned to fire. Luc answered her question when he curled his palms under her knees and lifted her legs, spreading them high and wide until her legs were folded against her body, resting above either hip. Leaving her wide open. For anything.

“Open your legs a little more.” She did what he asked, opening them an inch or so. “A little more,” he instructed huskily. “Nice and wide. Don’t be shy.” Chelsea gathered her courage and opened her soaking wetness for him to see. She was a little self-confident about it despite having a wax a few days before. Her thighs were wet and sticking like he had made love to her already. She felt like the amateur she really was. “Oooh, nice,” he groaned.

As he slid them over my thighs, I lowered my hips to the floor and lifted my legs over his shoulders, knowing he would get a kick out of being able to slide the shorts down my legs that he seemed to be obsessed with. Growing bolder with every second that passed, I waited until he removed the shorts completely, keeping my legs on his shoulders. As he brought his eyes back to me, I slid my feet down his arms, knowing that my body was opening up in front of him. My feet ran along his thighs and down to the floor. I kept my eyes on him as I locked my ankles behind him and allowed my legs to drop apart, the cold air hitting my wet pussy as I exposed myself I ran a hand down my body, coming betwee

"What are you-?" Her hand rested on his chest and he froze, "Stay, agape mou." Back to the names. He licked his dry lips, trying to obey that simple command but his body failed immensely. "Open your legs." Open his... She looked at him, her brown eyes sparkling as she did so. "If you feel too uncomfortable, just think of something else or look away." He settled with looking away. Her cold hands pried his legs open and he shut his eyes, his heart pounding and threatening to fall right into her hands as he felt a finger slither on his thighs. "Who gave you this marks?"