Ella Ford on Nostr: I peel down her jeans and sigh as I see her pretty panties beneath the gossamer thin ...
I peel down her jeans and sigh as I see her pretty panties beneath the gossamer thin layer of her nylons. She blushes, turning from me, chewing her lip.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Pantyhose. I'm sorry," she says, sounding almost guilty.
I lick my lips, trying not to give away the burning heat between my legs or the dizzy excitement I feel in every part of my body. I almost feel sorry for her... after all, she couldn't possibly know how much I love seeing pussy under nylon, how much I adore unwrapping that delightful gift... I should tell her, perhaps, but there's something uniquely arousing about how apologetic she is. Like she'd be willing to do anything to make up for her imagined transgression.
"Honey," I purr instead. "I think we can think of some way that you could make it up to me..."
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Pantyhose. I'm sorry," she says, sounding almost guilty.
I lick my lips, trying not to give away the burning heat between my legs or the dizzy excitement I feel in every part of my body. I almost feel sorry for her... after all, she couldn't possibly know how much I love seeing pussy under nylon, how much I adore unwrapping that delightful gift... I should tell her, perhaps, but there's something uniquely arousing about how apologetic she is. Like she'd be willing to do anything to make up for her imagined transgression.
"Honey," I purr instead. "I think we can think of some way that you could make it up to me..."