There I am, stretched out on my sofa every inch of me wrapped in sheer, honey-tan pantyhose that cling like a second skin. Slowly… I uncross them. Letting you *really* look.
And there it is — my thick, natural pussy hair pressing through the nylon, the damp outline of my slit visible beneath.
My fingers, also wrapped in sheer nylon, trail up my thigh… then press right over my pussy. Rubbing slow circles. You hear the soft *shhhhk* of fabric on fabric as I tease myself — making the wet spot grow, turning the crotch into a soaked window to my hunger.
“Tell me, baby…” I whisper, “do you want me to rip them off… or come just watching me like this?”
