Romans & histoires Open Legs

Instead, he leans forth, mere inches apart from my lips, and utters, “Open those legs, Saraya.” My mouth falls open and my heart flutters with confusion. What the fuck did he just say? Open my legs? Why the fuck would I do that? “What the fuck?” I mutter and he keeps me in my place, his hand comes to my bare thighs and I feel the insect crawling at the back of my skin, giving me goosebumps.

I held my legs open wide, to let Peter fuck me from behind while i opened my mouth, allowing Grey’s dick to enter inside. Double penetration.

Highly uncomfortable in my current position, also with a sheer amount of powerlessness, openness and proper violation. Hell, my thighs were all out on display right now! And my dress. Oh my God, my dress! it was all torn up and ripped to allow this fucked up position the frame had placed me. My legs were at different angles right now. One at nearly 90%, and the other at rest. Effectively tearing my ass open and wide for all to see. Or this case, for Him to see.

“Mack, I hate to inform you of this simple fact. You don’t have anything I Haven’t seen before.” “And you looked?” he asked with a chuckle. “Mack.” She said with a sigh. “Just lean your legs over the side of the bed. I will put your pants on the bottom of your legs, and then you can pull them up yourself.” “And then the button?” he asked.

"Open." I bit the bottom of my lip hard, a low, shaky gasp escaping me as I did exactly as he’d said and spread my legs wide open for him. I pressed my knees out as far as they could go, completely exposing my dripping, swollen center to his view, feeling the tight flesh of my pussy stretching out in anticipation. Easton’s eyes darkened into a nearly pitch-black shade as his gaze moved directly to the wet, dripping spot in between my legs. His eyes were literally feasting on me, taking in the raw, messy sight of how bad I was starving for him.

My legs bend lower for the final time, as it prepares for the final jump. I leap.

I gasped again in a shuddered and he nodded his head gently and sarcastically before saying. “That’s it, kitten… that’s how you open your legs for me… subconsciously gentle, yet wide and perfect. Like my slut.”

"I was scared. I didn't see how it could fit. I mean, I'd had nothing up there bigger than the handle of my hairbrush. No way that monster would fit. No way. He'd tear me open." Her hand was lightly stroking me, softly but steadily. She seemed completely unaware. Her legs opened, and her shirt shifted back, exposing her shorts to me. They were some kind of ultra-soft fluffy material, very stretchy and loose on her. I could see they'd shifted a little, and I swore I could see the edge of her pussy. She was going commando again. Her opposite hand slowly crept between her legs while she talked. Her eyes were closed as if she was envisioning it all happening again.

Jewel 💎 Widen your legs. Was her simple message. I looked at her again in confusion but her eyes were still fixated on the projector. Still confused, I did what she asked, opening up my legs. I was still wondering why she asked me to do that when I suddenly felt her feet press again my crotch, her toe, running up and down my claded d*ick.

“Open your legs." He pulled my pyjamas pants over my legs and pulled my panties off. I watched his eyes grow dark when it fell on my pussy. “Open yourself up." “Vinx... I need you to do it for me." “Do it." “Please, just.... Please, I need you." He stared at me and I brought my fingers to my folds and parted it. “It's glistering wet." He moaned. His hands came to the apex of my thighs and he pressed them together and opened them again. He moaned at the sight and gritted his teeth.