There I am, every inch of me wrapped in sheer, honey-tan pantyhose that cling like a second skin. The kind that make your cock throb just imagining how they feel. My long legs are crossed at the ankles, one foot in a stiletto so high it arches my calf like a goddess’s sculpture. Slowly… I uncross them. Letting you *really* look.
And there it is — the dark shadow of my pussy hair pressing through the nylon. Thick, natural, *feminine*. You can see the heat beneath the fabric, the way it clings to my slit, damp from just knowing you’re watching. I smirk at the camera, knowing exactly what you’d give to be here, on your knees, smelling in the scent of my nyloned pussy.
Then I lift one leg — high — resting my heel on the edge of the bed, spreading myself wide open for you. My fingers, *also wrapped in sheer nylon*, trail up my thigh, teasing, tormenting you. I don’t rush. I want you desperate.
And when my hand finally reaches my pussy — oh, baby — I press right over
