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I watched his eyes widen.
The farther I stretched my legs out, the more he could see the bruises, scratches, and other injury marks along the undersides of my thighs, quite close to my buttocks.
"Did you say something?" I asked, watching him stare at my legs.
"Um, yeah." He cleared his throat as he opened the tube and squeezed out a little cream.
Then he did something I hadn’t expected him to do so quickly.
He took one of my legs and adjusted himself between them while sitting on the couch.
He tucked that leg under his arm, keeping it stretched out.
He placed my other leg over his shoulder as he reached for a scratch high on my inner thigh, right near my bikini line.
I felt his finger press against the bruise and then begin rubbing it in circular motions.
"Jaguar, were you saying something?" I asked him again.
But this time, he didn’t even respond.
He reached under my thighs with both hands and pulled my body forward, bringing me closer to him.
I ended up with my head resting back against the couch.
His fingers hovered around my bikini line, a little too close.
His jaw clenched before he pulled his hand back.
Then he lifted both my legs, brought them together, and held them against himself.
I had no clue what he was doing until he raised both my legs into the air and moved them toward the side where the couch armrest was, positioning me so that my buttocks were completely exposed, with my legs stretched up close to my ears and my backside directly in his view.
I felt very exposed, but I didn’t stop him.
He grabbed my hand and placed it under my thigh, helping me keep myself in that position.
Then he squirted out some cream and placed his hands along the creases of my ass cheeks, rubbing my ass.
But this wasn’t where he wanted to massage.
I could tell because both his thumbs started moving closer and closer to my panties.
I didn’t question him, not even when he slid both thumbs under my panties, coming directly into contact with my pussy.
However, my body flinched, and he stopped.
"There’s a bruise there," he uttered, his eyes watching me with thirst.
There was silence between us.
"Do you want to—-"
I didn’t even finish the question before he nodded.
I rested my head back, and he got his answer.
I felt his fingers move along my lower back, pulling my panties down before slowly lifting them away.
He brought my legs forward, slipped the panties off, and tossed them aside.
Then he took hold of my legs again and pulled them toward either side of my head, making my back arch forward, my ass clench, and my pussy push outward from the pressure.


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