In her tattered pantyhose, a woman writhes in ecstasy, fingers frantically exploring the folds of her private parts. Her breaths are shallow and fast, and she moans with every movement. Her eyes are closed, lost in her own world, as she beckons forth the pleasures that she craves. She pulls at the tight fabric, tugging and twisting, and lets out a soft gasp as a tear rends through the nylon, exposing the tender flesh beneath. A sly smile twists across her lips as she continues her dirty play, fingers sliding effortlessly over the fragile skin, dancing to the rhythm of her heart. Her hips buck and her moans grow louder, as she leans back against the wall and arches her back. Her fingers continue their relentless assault, teasing, tickling, coaxing, and urging her to reach an untold height of pleasure. As she nears her climax, she lets out a wild cry, and her body shudders with an intense orgasm. She gasps for air, and then sinks to the floor, panting, spent, but utterly fulfilled.