My Steamy Story: Emma uses Nialls pantyhose fetish to sed...

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I, Emma, totally weaponized Niall's pantyhose thing. We were at this boujee party, and I saw him eyeing my legs all night. I already knew about his little… fixation. So I pulled him into this empty library, my heart pounding.

I leaned against the bookshelf and was like, "You like these?" as I slowly ran my hand up my thigh, the sheer black nylon whispering against my skin. His eyes were glued. No cap, he was so thirsty. I made him get on his knees. "Go on," I whispered, and he buried his face against my pussy through the fabric, his hot breath making me wet instantly. I guided his head, grinding against his mouth, feeling his tongue work through the delicate material. "You're mine when you're like this, aren't you?" I breathed, and he just moaned, "Yes, Emma." The control was a bigger high than any orgasm. Sheesh, I had him wrapped, and he knew it. Period.