Her every move is exquisitely executed in a sensual dance. The soft yellow silk of her pantyhose caresses her skin as she slinks across the room. His eyes are fixed upon her, but he doesn’t make a move. He revels in the slow-burn anticipation as she lounges on the edge of the bed, her legs extended, her toes pointed. With a simple flick of her wrist, she sends a suggestive smile his way. He approaches her cautiously, his gaze fixed on the alluring curves of her body. He runs his hands over her, drinking in the feel of the silky fabric beneath his fingertips. Slowly, he removes them, one by one, until she’s completely bare. But the pantyhose linger on, a part of her allure. As he presses her to the bed, she moans into his mouth. She pulls him closer, desperate for him to claim her completely. He obeys her every command, speaking softly into her ear. His fingers trace the curves of her body, the malleable flesh of her breasts, the softness of her inner thighs. She’s completely lost in the moment, her body writhing beneath his. She reaches up and grabs hold of his hair, pulling him even closer. He’s now fully locked in, gripping her legs with every ounce of his being, as he thrusts into her over and over again. Her pantyhose-covered legs tense up, spasming with each and every thrust. She screams out in ecstasy as he reaches her peak, her pantyhose-covered legs pumping with the force of his fluid strokes. He’s now lost in her, the both of them breathless, their hearts beating as one.