A nylon-loving slave is knelt before Lady Dark Angel as the lady runs her long fingers through the length of her nylon tights, the slave looking on enthusiastically. The lady teases her slave moving her hands up her nylon-clad form, inviting the constancy of her slave’s gaze but forbidding him to touch without her expressed consent. Upon the lady’s enquiry, the slave admits to being a nylon pervert

Once unknown to the man, Lady Dark Angel reveals to him that she too enjoys the feel and shine of nylons, their tightness hugging her exquisite form, a fact certainly not lost on the sla...

A nylon-loving slave is knelt before Lady Dark Angel as the lady runs her long fingers through the length of her nylon tights, the slave looking on enthusiastically. The lady teases her slave moving her hands up her nylon-clad form, inviting the constancy of her slave’s gaze but forbidding him to touch without her expressed consent. Upon the lady’s enquiry, the slave admits to being a nylon pervert

Once unknown to the man, Lady Dark Angel reveals to him that she too enjoys the feel and shine of nylons, their tightness hugging her exquisite form, a fact certainly not lost on the slave