Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I could be wearing the most expensive dress or skimpiest lingerie, and the first thing you’d notice is the nylon covering my legs. Wheater I’m wearing soft, black fishnet thigh highs or sheer, suntan nude pantyhose, your gaze drifts right to my legs. Tonight, we’re at a charity function, and you couldn’t care less what dress I’m wearing or what might be underneath because all you can think about is pulling out your cock and rubbing it against my soft nylon-clad legs.
I can see it in your face—the need. You’re so easy for me to read, it’s why I wore them. We sit at the big round table with strangers we’ve never met. The lights dim as the speaker is about to step on stage, and I slip off my high heel. Lifting my leg under the long tablecloth to drape it over your thigh.
Nylon Tease
Immediately your hand moves to the fabric. Rubbing your fingertips along the smooth silk-like material. It makes me grin when your hand curls around my knee to drag my thigh against your swelling cock. The movement of your fingers along the nylon creates a tingling, almost vibrating sensation along my leg that feels so good I don’t want you to stop. I guess both of us will be anxious to leave the event.
Hours pass like weeks, but eventually, we’re free. You have to hold me close to your body, blocking your erection as we say our goodbyes and make our way to the car. Your hand grazes my ass when you open the car door for me, and as soon as you sit in the driver’s seat, your hand is right back on my leg—rubbing, stroking, and caressing just to work yourself up further. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you drive so fast, but we make it to the house in lightning speed.
Things aren’t going to go the way you think they will.
Even faster yet, you whisk me inside and to the bedroom. I stop you when you try to unzip my dress. Things aren’t going to go the way you think they will. No, you will be getting naked first. Then, I want you on your knees. I want to watch you stroke that hard cock as I slowly undress in front of you. Leaving nothing on except for my thigh-highs and heels.
With no bra on and no panties either, I sway in front of you. Modeling how the stockings mold to my legs like a second, darker skin. Your grip on your cock is so tight, baby. You better slow down before you blow before the good stuff happens. I stand in front of you now, with my back to you. Stepping back until my ass is just below your face. I keep my feet together, with just enough space between my calves for you to slip your cock between them.
I moan when I feel you wrap your arms around my thighs and your lips kiss at the base of my spine. All while you begin to hump your cock between my nylon-covered calves. Pump away, honey. You’ve waited all night for this pleasure. Stroke yourself until your cum spills down my shins and drips over my shoes.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357