Novel & Cerita Pantyhose Seduction

"Right up. Hike it up around your belly. I want to see panties." As the boy exposed legs encased in thigh-high pantyhose, with patterned, elasticized tops, and then black drum-tight panties Neville found it difficult to contain himself to the chair. He savoured the view: Lancelot had dressed for self-seduction, with semi-transparent underwear, his manhood almost visible through the gossamer stuff. His legs, sheer, womanly, trembling perhaps. The hands holding the skirt showing false red nails amongst the crumpled material. "You like showing yourself to me, don't you Lancelot? You fantasy is coming true, isn't it?"

He assumed a woman like her kept it trimmed or shaved, but inquiring minds want to know. The sexual tension already high in just the first morning, it seemed obvious they both wanted the same thing. he worked the next hour relentlessly, beating his sexual frustrations away, and was just getting ready to go and pick something up for lunch when she came out, now dressed in a sun dress, five inch heels and, shocking in that day's heat, pantyhose...which is his fetish. Although she is a beautiful woman, he always loved how she often wore pantyhose while in the house, even under her jeans.

I pulled him off from his seat to the dance floor. I danced through the rhythm, moving my body in a seductive manner as I twerk on him, making him touch every part of my body without hesitation. Things between us started getting heated and I know he too felt it too, the budge evident on his pants tells me so. I took his hand to grope my ass as I pressed my boobs to his chest, taking my feet inches high and whispering into his ear, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget that this world exist” I kissed his neck, drawing him into my temptation, he smacked my ass in agreement as he pulled me into the best kiss I have ever had.

That naughty girl grabs my penis and starts caressing it over my pants. That's enough to make me lose control. I drag her to a darker corner, press her against the wall, and our lips meet again. Our kiss is urgent and wet. She gyrates against me as we kiss, and her hand goes down again, directly to my little friend. But now she's bolder; she opens my pants, slips her hand inside, and strokes my cock through the fabric. Fuck! What is this? This woman is driving me insane. I keep kissing her, and she moans softly during our passionate kiss. She's extremely aroused.

Her action, slow and pleasure-charged, surged a clogging sensation against Drystan’s vein. When she had successfully pulled the pants to her knees, she straightened up, letting it fall to her feet. Drystan followed the movement of the pants until they dropped on her feet. His muscle clenched and his cock swelled In pleasure. Rosealba pulled the black panties off her feet, taking a step closer to Drystan, her eyes holding onto his in a seductive way. She reached for Drystan’s palm, dropping her panties on it, while still staring.

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

I asked him in a seductive tone. “I…” he hovered over me. “I want to f*ck you so hard…so hard until you cry out of pleasure.”

I heaved out an excessive sigh as I gulped before proceeding to the last part, and it read as follows: ‘In accordance with the specified terms and conditions above, do you, Miss Angelique Sloan (aged 23), agree to be Mr. Greyson Giovanni’s (aged 24) personal seductress at Giovan’s Night Club?’ “A seductress is someone who sticks by a client’s side for luscious acts, right?” I inquired. “Yes. There are also some instances wherein I would just be addressing you as my secretary or so, in case you wouldn’t prefer to be called a slut by the people who see us,” Greyson truthfully answered before he took a glance at his left wrist, where his watch was located.

he commands in a husky voice filled with lust. I am sailing in that blue dress, long to the feet. To obey David, I start to take it off and drop it inanimately to the ground. Holding his gaze steady I feel powerful staying in my underwear in front of him, this powerful man who rules half of New York. I look around and see a chair. I carry it behind me making a loud noise. I sit and remove my pantyhose and slowly start standing on my tiptoes. Overcome with confidence I spread my legs in front of him, begin to appreciate, touch myself over the panties, and then slowly remove them as they slide to the tip of the stiletto heel.

My short black dress, the one I wore for dinner—silky black, thin straps, a very beautiful neckline—falls in a whisper around my feet. I stand there in the warm light, in just my panties now, trembling but unashamed. Instead I start to seduce them by jiggling my ass, grabbing my breasts,and shooting out my curves Three men inhale sharply. Vincenzo stares at me intently from the bed, his jaw tightens and his eyes darkens. Then, he looks like he's breaking all over again. Nico curses under his breath, then his mouth is agape as he stare at me in shock from where he stands.