The brunette teases with every deliberate movement, her slender frame clad in the sheer black fabric of French cut pantyhose. She stands before a full-length mirror, running her fingers over the smooth texture of her pantyhose clad legs, her hands trailing up to her bare midriff. The light reflects off her glasses as she exhales a slow breath, her eyes studying every curve and contour. The pantyhose cling to her hips, accentuating her every move as she takes a step forward. She presents her backside to the mirror, swaying her hips with a sly grin. Her legs are supple, and her toes elongate as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. The seams of her pantyhose outline her ass cheeks, teasing with every gentle bounce. The brunette slowly reaches behind her, her nimble fingers tracing the contours of her French cut pantyhose. She slips her hand down, taking hold of the seam running along the outside of her thigh. She pulls upwards, bringing the pantyhose into view, showcasing the smooth yet flawlessly sturdy material. The fabric rides smoothly over her curves, complementing her lithe frame with every gentle brush against her skin. The brunette lowers her head to the floor, presenting her face to the mirror. She bites her lower lip, her eyes hooded, and breathes heavily. She tangles her fingers in the pantyhose, tugging upwards gently, and slowly pulls them off. She smoothly slides her feet into her heels, and stands back to admire her reflection. The brunette slides her fingers up her pantyhose clad legs, admiring the smoothness of the fabric against her skin.