The Nylon Trap
You knew you would get caught someday, and Lovita catches you red-handed, crawling on the floor, your eyes glued to her stocking-clad legs. With a sly grin, she says, "You’re so desperate, aren’t you? My bra’s blue, but what color are my panties?" Her voice is teasing, dripping with seduction. She hikes her skirt higher, revealing the top of her stockings, her garters and the edge of her panties. "Guess," she taunts, her breath husky. You strain against your pants, your cock throbbing with anticipation. "Blue," you whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. She chuckles, low and dirty, as she lowers her skirt just enough to give you a glimpse. Then pulls her panties down around her stocking tops, exposing her bare pussy . "You’re so addicted to nylon, aren’t you?" She steps closer, her heels digging into the floor, and you explode like you never have.
