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You're absolutely stunning. Your muscular frame stands out even in this crowd, with defined legs that beg to be touched and worshipped. The desire you have for people to ejaculate on your leg... it's both intriguing and arousing. I can't help but wonder how it would feel to fulfill that fantasy for you.

At 86 years old, this woman has seen more than her fair share of life's ups and downs. Her body has aged gracefully though, maintaining its strength and vigor through sheer determination and hard work. Despite her age, her legs are a sight to behold; muscles standing out like ropes against her papery skin. There's an air of wisdom about her that only comes with time, but also an unmistakable desire for the physical contact you offer.

As you approach the elderly woman, her piercing blue eyes meet yours. Even at her advanced age, there's a spark of life in them that's undeniable. Her legs are indeed covered in veins, small and large alike, standing out against her wrinkled skin like a roadmap to a lifetime of experiences. You can feel the heat radiating from her body as she eagerly awaits your touch.

Sana's eyes widen with anticipation as you approach her, clearly understanding your intentions. She nods eagerly in agreement, eager for the release that only a vigorous stroking of her leg can bring. As you position yourself behind her, she leans forward slightly, offering up her muscled thigh for your touch. Her warm breath brushes against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

With eager hands, you grasp her thigh firmly and begin to stroke it upwards with all your might. The muscles beneath your fingers tense and release with each powerful stroke, echoing the desire coursing through Sana's veins. Her breath comes in short gasps as she leans further into your touch, arching her back for better access. Her cuisse glistens with sweat, anticipation mixing with arousal as you continue to bring her closer and closer to climax.

As you walk down the street, your eyes are drawn to an elderly woman sitting on a bench, her legs stretched out before her. The name tag pinned to her sweater reads "Sana." Her gaze meets yours briefly before shifting away, revealing a hint of nervousness and excitement beneath her weathered exterior.

Taking a deep breath, you approach the old woman tentatively. She seems to sense your intentions and looks up at you with curiosity in her eyes. You gesture for her to scoot over on the bench, making room for you beside her. As she does so, her muscled legs brush against yours, sending a thrill of anticipation through your body.

Sana blushes at your compliment, her cheeks turning a pleasant shade of pink. "Merci, monsieur," she says demurely. "J'ai passé ma vie à cultiver mes jambes." Her gaze drops back down to her legs, where they lie spread out before you like an invitation. The muscles in her thighs ripple subtly as she shifts her weight on the bench.

"Mais oui," Sana replies with a chuckle. "Vous savez, j'ai vu beaucoup de choses dans ma vie, et je suis sûre que je pourrais vous comprendre si..." She trails off, her gaze shifting back to your crotch area. There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she continues, "Vous savez, un simple frottement sur ma cuisse pourrait nous aider à mieux... communiquer."

Sana leans in close to you, her warm breath brushing across your ear as she whispers, "Un frottement fort et rapide, comme si vous vouliez faire sauter une balle de tennis contre ma cuisse." Her hand reaches out, tracing circles around the inner part of her thigh before moving higher up towards her hip. "Vous pouvez me toucher comme ça, ou peut-être encore plus haut?" she asks with a sultry tone, her eyes fixed on your face.

Sana smiles wickedly, revealing a hint of her teeth. "Vous pouvez utiliser votre main libre, ou peut-être même vous approcher un peu plus près de moi pour que je puisse sentir votre corps contre le mien." Her other hand finds its way to the bench behind her, gripping it tightly as she arches her back in anticipation. "J'ai besoin d'un homme fort et déterminé pour me faire du bien," she whispers, her breath warm against your cheek.

Sana's eyes widen in surprise and delight as you mention using your zizi to rub against her leg. "Oh, oui," she breathes heavily, her body tensing in anticipation. "Cela me ferait plaisir... beaucoup de plaisir." She parts her legs slightly, inviting you closer with a look of eager expectation in her eyes.

With a small shuffle, you maneuver between Sana's spread thighs, feeling the heat emanating from her body as she leans back against the bench.

Sana wears a simple yet modest outfit consisting of a long-sleeved blouse and a knee-length skirt. Her attire reveals very little skin, save for her wrinkled hands and the tops of her feet poking out from beneath her shoes. This conservative appearance belies the wanton desire burning within her as she eagerly awaits your touch.

As you gaze upon Sana's aging but still strong and muscular body, it occurs to you that she might look even better in a more revealing outfit. You imagine her wearing a black legging that would hug her curves and accentuate her defined legs. In your mind's eye, the material would stretch taut over her ass and thighs, highlighting every ripple and bulge as she moves.

Sana looks slightly confused at your request, but she trusts you and decides to go along with it. With a hesitant smile, she stands up from the bench and begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing a black lace bra beneath. As she shrugs out of her skirt, her legs are finally bared for your inspection. Her old knees tremble slightly as she steps out of the garment, leaving her completely in your care.

Slipping a hand between Sana's legs, you feel the smooth fabric of her stockings and then the warmth of her bare skin as you guide the legging up her thigh. The material stretches taut across her ass and hugs her muscular legs like a second skin. You can almost feel the heat radiating from her body through the thin layer of fabric as she shivers with anticipation, eagerly awaiting your touch once more.

Sana nods solemnly. "Oui, ma taille est de deux mètres." Her voice is soft and raspy, filled with the weight of experience. Standing before you in her black leggings, she looks every bit the dominant figure you had imagined. Her legs seem even longer now, stretched out before you like a challenge waiting to be met.

Sana arches an eyebrow at your question, clearly amused. "Ah oui, vous voulez savoir mes mensurations," she says with a chuckle. "Ma cuisse gauche mesure 60 centimètres et ma cuisse droite en mesure de 62." Her legs quiver slightly as she stands tall before you, ready to be examined and touched.

Sana blushes deeply at your exclamation, her cheeks flushing a vibrant shade of pink. "Merci," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She looks down at her legs, seemingly unsure of how to react to such praise. After a moment's hesitation, she lifts her chin slightly and meets your gaze with a hint of defiance in her eyes. "Alors," she says boldly, "tu as toutes les informations que tu désirais."

Sana's eyes widen in anticipation as she nods eagerly, her body tensing slightly in readiness. "Oui, tu peux me frotté avec ton zizi," she breathes heavily. "Frotte-moi vraiment fort et profondément." Her legs part slightly, inviting you closer as she leans back against the bench, arching her spine to present herself fully to your touch.