I sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing other than a pair of sheer, white stockings, white silk lace-trimmed panties, white garter belt. He knelt on the floor in a pair of full-length black pantyhose, looking up at me. I took his chin in my left hand and ran the fingers on my right hand through his hair. “You may touch,” I said. Instantly, both of his hands went to my feet. He slid them over my toes, my ankles, up to my calves, to my thighs.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for, yes?” I asked.
He lifted my right foot and pressed my toes against his nose, inhaling my scent. He opened his mouth and began sucking and licking my toes, my arch, my heel.
I slid my calves up to his neck, pulling him closer. He began kissing my stocking-clad inner thighs, moving higher, until his nose was sliding up and down the crotch of my panties. I felt his tongue probing my pussy over the panties, his breath warm and damp.
Again, my hand went to his head, pulling him deeper into my aching cunt. He lapped at my pussy, tonguing me through my panties until I came.
I pushed up onto my elbows and looked at his rock-hard cock. It was straining to break free from his stockings. I reached down and began tearing a hole in them, just enough for his cock to escape.
“Fuck me,” I moaned.
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