Unable to hide a smile, I lowered myself to the floor before him, my thighs spread, my elbows supporting my upper body.

He moved on top of her, his hard thighs pushing between hers and spreading them, and his shoulders blotted out the light.

He tried to hold her, but first her thighs pressed tightly against his hand, then spread wide, and his fingers slid out.

Her pale thighs spread wide and gleaming in the candles' glow as she stroked her stone hard clitoris.

Her thighs spread with a renewed spasm of pain.

Those thighs spread apart slowly but surely as his hands reached the crucial point, and a long slow shudder racked her body.

The cat-woman's thighs spread a bit more.

Her soft thighs would spread apart, her fingers would dig into his shoulders while she made that growly sound back in her throat.

Her legs opened, her thighs spreading around him.