My Steamy Story: Pantyhose fetish...

My Story Time:

Okay, so bestie, you know how I was running late for that boujee fundraising gala, right? I just threw on my LBD and my last pair of sheer black pantyhose, no time to shave, whatever. I get there and my date, Mark—this total finance bro I’ve been low-key seeing—can’t stop staring at my legs. Like, his eyes are glued to my thighs. We barely make it through cocktail hour before he pulls me into a dimly lit coat check room, his breathing all heavy. “I’ve been thinking about these all night,” he groans, his hands already pushing my dress up. He starts kissing up my inner thigh, right through the sheer nylon, and the feeling is insane—so slick and sensitive. He used his teeth to gently tear a little hole right over my pussy, his tongue finding my clit through the opening. I was moaning, “Yes, fuck, just like that,” my back arching against the wall. He finally slid the ruined pantyhose down just enough to slide his thick dick inside me, filling me up completely while his thumb kept working my clit. I came so hard I saw stars, no cap. The whole thing was messy, spontaneous, and honestly? Iconic AF.