A Dose of Pantyhose

If feet and glossy pantyhose get you going, this one’s for you. Alexis wears ultra-sheer, high-shine nylon that hugs every inch, and Clark’s lying there with a look that says he knows how good this gets. She strokes him with both soles at once, slow circles turning into quick pumps, then lazy little taps. The slippery fabric never skims the same spot twice, always shifting pressure and speed. Clark’s breathing hard, hips twitching. When he finally spills he paints hot, thick stripes across her arches, the sheen turned milky-white on the spot.