Her Stockings
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She had long, long legs, encased in sheer black nylons, and she sat opposite him with her knees pressed to one side. Her inner thighs brushed lightly together with each movement she made. Her pencil skirt had ridden up and he could see the darkness of her stocking tops where he wanted to run his fingers. He imagined his hands over the rough lace stocking tops, working upward; a delicious friction, and then finding her smooth skin and the heat of her arousal. She caught him looking and he turned away quickly, his face flushed. When he looked back later she returned his glance with reproachful eyes. She opened her thighs slightly, almanbahis teasing him. He sipped his drink, dreaming of her thighs spread across him, riding him into submission, swelling each time she dropped down on his body to fill herself with the stiffness of his cock. He dreamed of grasping her thighs in his palms roughly, kneading her flesh, and working up to her nipped waist. He shut his eyes as he dreamed of holding her and gushing inside her, emptying the seed in his balls into her wetness. She took a long white cigarette from a packet and drew it up to her lips. He watched her light it and inhale deeply before blowing a almanbahis yeni giriş ribbon of blue smoke into the air above her. When he excused himself to the bathroom he had to pass close by her and she smiled up at him. He muttered nervously. When he unlocked the bathroom door to return to the party she was there waiting. She pushed him back inside and locked the door behind them. She was tall and wore high stilettos. She smiled at him and he immediately felt utterly powerless. His heart pounded. “Do you like my stockings?” she questioned. “Yes. Yes I do!” he stammered. “Your legs are stunning.” Her eyes widened. almanbahis giriş She stood close to him and he nervously took a pace back against the wall. She stepped forward to him and slid a hand between his legs and caressed his crotch through the material of his suit trousers feeling his cock swell and lengthen. He swallowed hard. She grinned as she took a pace back and firmly drew her tight skirt up around her gorgeously curved hips to reveal her black lace stocking tops and golden thighs and her lace thong stretched over her plump pussy. He stared down. “This is what you wanted to see when you were staring at me, isn’t it, you dirty boy?” she questioned. “This is the way you’ll have me in your filthy dreams tonight?” He nodded slowly, his mouth dry, unable to reply. “Then show me what you do when you’re alone, thinking about girls like me in their stockings.
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