Teased to the Edge Under My Nylon Feet

I slipped into my ultra shine bodystocking that silky suntan nylon clinging to every inch of my skin and added something new! A sheer white lace lingerie set. Bra, thong, garters. All perfectly paired with my glossy black fully fashioned stockings. You catch me in a quiet moment. I’m adjusting my nylons, smoothing my thighs, the camera lingers on every wrinkle and shimmer. Then I walk to pick my earrings. Red lips, golden nails, white lace lingerie, my nylon body — a heaven. I tease, Do you like my new lingerie? Then I found my man on the couch. My toes drift to his bulge — slow, playful, letting my nylon-covered feet press against him. In the bedroom, I take it further. My nylon feet glide, my toes curl, heels grind, soles rub. All through the soft sheen of nylon. Bit by bit, I peel off the lingerie. Stockings slide down. Lace falls away. But the bodystocking stays — hugging my curves, wrapping every toe, every inch of my feet in that glossy second skin. Would you kiss them