She started to notice that I would stare at her legs when she wore them.
My eyes concentrated mainly on the orange satin covering her massive chest, where Cynthia reached up and thrillingly set her hands to patiently ease down the shiny fabric.
I love putting my hand between my legs and feeling my pussy through the silky material.
As we walked in, on the left was a combination dining and living room area, divided by sliding double doors.
Description: I could even picture the way she smiled as she walked down the street, hips switching from side to side, pretending not to love how men spun toward the sound of her spiked heels clicking on the sidewalk, only to come home, peel off her pantyhose and carelessly toss them in the hamper, leaving them for me to salvage, as I secretly pulled them out, slid my tongue over the wet spot, and deeply inhaled her strong, musky scent. Without saying another word, I moved towards him and as I did I pressed my nylon thighs against his hard pantyhose cock