I start already wearing the pantyhose, hugging my curves, a detail I know drives you wild. I move slowly, showing off every part of me, as if I were made just for your pleasure. My fingers glide over the fabric, exploring my body, teasing you.

I want your eyes to follow my movements, your imagination to go beyond what I'm showing. I touch myself the way I know you'd want to, every gesture designed to drive you crazy. My touch starts soft, but it quickly becomes more intense, seeking more pleasure as I think of you, knowing you're there, in some way, with me.

My feet, still c...

I start already wearing the pantyhose, hugging my curves, a detail I know drives you wild. I move slowly, showing off every part of me, as if I were made just for your pleasure. My fingers glide over the fabric, exploring my body, teasing you.

I want your eyes to follow my movements, your imagination to go beyond what I'm showing. I touch myself the way I know you'd want to, every gesture designed to drive you crazy. My touch starts soft, but it quickly becomes more intense, seeking more pleasure as I think of you, knowing you're there, in some way, with me.

My feet, still covered by the pantyhose, are a tease all on their own. I show them to you, slowly, knowing how much you want to feel them, to touch them. I want you to stroke yourself for me. I want you to feel how every part of me, every touch and every moan, is meant to push you to the edge.

I keep going until I reach my climax, never taking off the pantyhose, because I know that's exactly what you want to see. I want you to finish for me, to lose control with me, because this moment is ours.