I’m sitting in the bar. You see me from across the room. I’m sitting there, sad, because I miss my Bubba. Of course, you don’t know that. You just see a sexy woman, wearing pantyhose and huge fuck-me heels. You have this wicked pantyhose fetish and you can’t take your eyes off me. You imagine how those long , long legs would feel wrapped around your neck, the friction of the silk hose against your skin, as you rub your cock against pink velvet pussy through the crotch of my pantyhose. You feel the rise of your cock within your jeans as you fantasize about me.
I glance your way, my big blue eyes locking upon yours. You look so much like my brother. My pussy does a quick twitch in my panties. I can just imagine fucking you. Maybe you’d even cry out “Oh sissy, I’m cumming.” as you fill my cunt full of juice. My brother had this moan that always sent me over the edge. I wonder what you sound like when you empty your nuts into a woman. I can close my eyes and pretend that James is home from his long distance job. I ask the bartender to send you a drink.
It’s midnight and we’re riding in your truck. Your hand is on my knee, slowly sliding upward. I notice that you seem intrigued with my silky legs. James always loved it when I wore stockings or hose. I stretch my leg out and lay my panty hosed foot right onto your pulsating package. I wiggle my toes and feel your cock answer. I’m so turned on now. My desire is spiraling out of control and begs to be filled.
You quickly pull into a hidden grove. We’re both inflamed now. You push me back on the seat. I’ve already gushed once through the silken web covering my pussy lips. I can’t get my skirt up fast enough. You’re already rubbing your cock back and forth along my legs as you nurse a swollen nipple. I pump back as you reach my hidden treasure. Your pre-cum mingles with my own wetness. I can’t take it anymore. “Fuck me, James,” I moan. You eye me, confused, and then play along.
You grab the crotch of my pantyhose, ripping them enough to access my slit, and fall onto me like a starving beast and ram me without mercy. Pulling out, with a guttural roar, you spew a massive load all over my legs.
Heading back to the bar, I slip off my pantyhose and roll them into a ball. As I slip out of your truck, I stuff them into your jacket pocket. “Don’t forget me,” I whisper. I know you won’t. Until next time…..
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Pantyhose Fetish
Incest Phone Sex Makes Me On Cloud Nine
There is nothing more fun than having a night away with the boys. Incest phone sex always gets me hot and when they guys decided to rent a presidents sweet at a top hotel and treat me to some spa and pampering. OF course I had to earn my little mini vacation, which meant more fun for me. I was going to be able to please my main men and get myself off many many times. I lay back on the bed and allow one to face fuck my throat, I love gagging on every inch of him. My mucus and spit gets piled up all over my face and chin sloshing all over the two of us.
My other brother started by straddling me. I grabbed my big tits and squeezed them around his cock. He fucked my tits hard, ramming them with full force. My whole body shook under his thrust which worked with the strides of the dick I was gagging on. When they were ready they gave me a full on double penetration ride. They through me around and pulled me like I was nothing but there kinky phone sex rag doll. I was too, I would do anything those two asked of me. No matter how nasty and freaky it was. That is why they rewarded me with a spa day, including their very own cum facial.
Incest Phone Sex PaPa Playtime
I love it when papa want to have some incest phone sex playtime fun. My favorite is when he invites my cousins over too. Some of my aunts know how papa loves his kinky phone sex, others of them eithers of them either do not know or do not care to know. I love playtime with my big horny papa. He sure does now how to make a girl feel special. I work my cute little Strawberry Shortcake shirt that papa bought for me. He loves it because it actually smells like sweet berries. Papa told me he loves it when I smell like berries because it reminds him of when he popped my cherry. I remember that day, it was one that I will never forget.
Papa told me that he had a present for me. He said that if I came and gave him a VERY special kiss he would give me one surprise. That kiss was not on his cheek though. Papa introduced me to his very own trouser snake that day! He was so much fun to play with and hold. He gave me a very special surprise that papa told me was called precum! That is when I got to hop on pop for the first time. It hurt so bad going in, but papa helped me. He shoved me down onto his big beefy cock. I was so light. He stood up and used me like his own little fuck doll. I cried the first time, but papa bought me my very own Strawberry Shortcake doll. That is when we started having playtime and it did not stop there! Papa and I are the best of friends now! I love him berry berry much, and his trouser snake too of course!



























