As the camera captures every sensual move, she slowly slides down, letting the pantyhose hush her moans. Her head hovers inches above the swelling monolith, her eyes fixated, and her lips part slowly. The scents of her own release waft through the frame, tempting her to stay this way for days. She squeezes her fingers, savoring the silky gleam that the fabric offers. Then she begins, sensual glides that coax his throbbing arousal. With each inhalation, her lips work overtime, massaging every inch of his hardness. She lets out indistinct sounds, but her eyes refuse to close, craving the ultimate sensation. She wants him to close his eyes and hear nothing but her soft hum, the one that arises from deep within her. As he holds back, she leans in for a second round, tasting the musk that envelops him. She moans, and the pantyhose whispers its invitation, the one he dares not ignore. Her fingers work, conjuring his arousal to peak, as she sneaks under and begins to suck him through the hosiery. As she sinks down, his hips buck and her eyes wetten. She grasps firmly, twisting in time with her energetic mouth, no longer sucking through the sheer cover. She lets him erupt, her lips forming a tight seal around the shaft. She gulps his spill, capturing every drop, as the hosiery drips with their essence. As she rises up, she smiles at the camera, her eyes offering a fulfilling promise. Savoring the taste of his glory on her lips, she pulls the pantyhose up, sultrily walking off screen as his breaths catch in his throat.