Leg maniac

Sophie Moone has a thing for legs. She hunts for the prettiest feet she can find, running her tongue along toes and pressing her lips to smooth soles. She buys the sheerest stockings and highest heels her money can cover, then slips them on with nothing else. The fabric clings to her skin and the shoes catch the light while she stretches out, caressing her own legs and sliding her fingers between her thighs. Each slow stroke drags the nylon higher, and every teasing press of her heel makes her breath catch. She arches, moans, rubs harder, lost in the feel of silk, bare skin, and the sharp click of her shoe against her clit until she comes hard, legs trembling in their expensive wrap.