Nylonlover

A brunette walked into the interview wearing black nylon thigh-highs and the whole plan changed. The moment I saw those sheer stockings hugging her legs I knew she had the job. I reached down and traced my fingers along the fabric, feeling the heat of her skin beneath. She understood what I wanted. She slipped off her heels and set one nylon-covered foot in my lap, toes flexing against the front of my trousers. I leaned back while she used both feet to work my cock free. The nylon slid over my shaft, warm and tight, until I was rigid and glistening. She slid to her knees, lips parting, and took me into her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside as her head moved in a slow, wet rhythm. She kept the nylon stockings on the entire time, the fine weave brushing my skin whenever she lifted a foot to stroke my balls. Every pull of her lips matched the press of nylon against my length until I came hard down her throat, and she swallowed every drop while the black stockings still framed her ankles.