She writhes onto the bed, legs dangling over the edge, nylon pantyhose encasing her slender frame. Her fingers delve into the sheer fabric, tracing the gentle contours of her thighs. Her eyes drift closed as the hose’s soothing material sends shivers down her spine. She spreads the fabric wide, revealing a snug hole which beckons for her touch. She sinks her fingers into the depths, feeling the slick moisture that lingers there. Her fingertips glide in rhythm with her heartbeat, coaxing out every inch of pleasure available. Moans escape her lips as her hand velocity increases, the sound of the nylon rustling filling the air. She pushes forward, mouth open, eyes closed, perspiration glistening on her skin. The combination of smooth fabric and moist flesh creating the most exquisite sensations. She swirls and twirls her digits, performing an expert dance on her own body. Every inch of her exposed, every inch covered in nylon, being worshipped by her own hand. The sheer force of her internal bliss resonates through her body, every nerve ending aflame. She arches her back, eyes scrunched shut, then relaxes to the touch of nylon on her skin. She succumbs to the moment, completely lost in the caress of her own fingers.