Open Your Legs For Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

’ I take her pen, write just beneath it. ‘Open your legs wider. Now.’ Her eyes go wide instantly, and I smirk. I lean in slightly and say, keeping my voice low. “I asked you to open your legs, not your eyes.”

It's coming, the tingling that leads to an explosion. “Open your legs,” he whispered, “the tip of the spear” thumping against the outside of my thigh. The thought of it made me groan louder than ever. I don't know what's going on with me anymore. Just know that I need to open my legs. “More broadly,” he whispers and I do.

“Please… please be nice. Please be gentle.” His brow furrowed for a second, a flicker of something like surprise crossing his face before he grunted and shifted between my thighs. “If you want me to be gentle, then stop being so stiff and open your legs,” he commanded. I hesitated for only a second. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to scramble away, but his threat about my body being found in the woods echoed in my ears. With a shaky, broken sigh, I bent my knees and slowly spread my legs.

"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.

“You’re so desperate, but I love it! Let me see how far you’ll go…” Then, he grabbed my legs and spread them.

I slur, and I extend my foot outwards to him, gesturing to the boots. He looks down at me and then his eyes wander all around the room, until I finally realise why. My legs were spread wide apart with one of my feet hanging off the edge to him, and he could see perfectly up my dress. I close my legs respectfully for a moment and then change my mind, opening my legs apart wider to give him a good show. "Please help me," I say, with what I think is a sexy voice. I hear his breathing sharpen and become heavy and that only feeds my libido.

I'm seriously screwed up but that makes two of us. "We'll see," he laughs huskily. "Lean back and open your legs." His lips form a hard line as he waits for me to comply. I finally do as he asks even though it makes me uncomfortable to be open this way. He jerks my legs forward so they hang over the bed and uses his legs to spread them wider. "Grab the pillow at the top of the bed if you need to scream." The fire flares to life in his eyes again and I'm burning in their flame.

I whispered to her ears and she smiled, giving me a sexy look. I pushed her to the bed. She laid on her back with her face facing me. Yeah, that's the way I want it this time. "Open those legs." I ordered. With the speed of light, she stretched them out, tearing them open, revealing her cunt, her red cunt. Ouch! She was at it. In the mood. Deeply in it. She held her legs apart with one hand on one and the other hand on the other leg. Perfect. Time for me to get in.

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