Pussyjob In pantyhose

The Video: A Satin Gloved Pussyjob in Pantyhose

The room was dimly lit, filled with an electric tension that crackled through the air. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, wearing a pair of sheer black pantyhose that clung to her smooth, shapely legs. Her fingers, adorned with a pair of sleek satin gloves, traced patterns on her thigh as she waited patiently.

He stepped into the room, his eyes immediately drawn to her. She was a vision, petite yet curvy, with a body that seemed to have been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse, begging to be released. She slowly uncrossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of what lay beneath her skirt.

“You’re late,” she purred, her voice smooth like velvet. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”

She stood up, walking over to him with purposeful steps. Her heels click-clacked against the hardwood floor, the sound echoing in his ears. She grabbed him by the tie, pulling him close.

“You’re going to make it up to me,” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “On your knees.”

He obeyed without hesitation, sliding to the floor in front of her. She hiked up her skirt, revealing the lacy panties beneath her pantyhose. She guided his face to her crotch, rubbing herself against his cheek.

“Breathe me in,” she commanded. “Sniff my pantyhose.”

He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her, a heady mix of arousal and arousal. It was intoxicating, and he felt himself growing hard.

“Now, take me in your mouth,” she ordered, pushing her pantyhose-clad pussy against his lips. “Lick me through the fabric.”

He obeyed, his tongue drawing circles on the sheer material. He could taste the saltiness of her sweat and the muskiness of her arousal. It was filthy and dirty and utterly thrilling.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she moaned, grinding against his face. “Good boy.”

She let him continue for a few minutes before pulling away, her juices smeared across his chin. She unbuckled his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. She wrapped her gloved fingers around him, stroking him from base to tip.

“Look at you,” she laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So hard and ready for me.”

She reached into a nearby drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube. She squirted a generous amount into her hand, rubbing it into her gloves. She gripped his shaft again, stroking him fast and hard.

“This is for making me wait,” she said, her voice a low growl. “You’re going to finish all over these pantyhose.”

He groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. She pulled down his pants and underwear, giving her full access to him. She worked him with expert precision, her gloved hands up and down his shaft, twisting and turning.

He felt the pressure building, his balls tightening. He was close, so close. He opened his eyes, looking up at her. She smiled, locking eyes with him.

“Come for me,” she whispered. “Paint my pantyhose with your cum.”

That was all it took. With a loud groan, he exploded, his seed shooting forth like a geyser. It coated her pantyhose, dripping down her legs and onto the floor. She kept stroking him, milking him for every last drop.

“Good boy,” she praised, releasing him once he was spent. “Such a good boy.”

She reached down, picking up his cum-soaked pantyhose. She brought them to her face, inhaling deeply.

“Delicious,” she said, her eyes fluttering shut.

She dropped the pantyhose on the floor, stepping out of them. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath. She unhooked it, letting her breasts spill free.

“Come show me how much you appreciated that pussyjob,” she said, lying back on the bed. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

He crawled onto the bed, his mouth watering at the sight of her. He kissed her from her toes, working his way up her legs, her thighs, her stomach, until he reached her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, while his hand played with the other.

She arched her back, pushing her chest against his face. She reached down, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “Worship me.”

He continued his assault on her breasts, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her. She squirmed beneath him, her hips grinding into his. He could feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her panties.

“Please,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you inside me.”

He obliged, ripping her panties off and throwing them aside. He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick folds. She lifted her hips, trying to pull him in.

“Wait,” she said, her eyes wide. “Condom.”

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom. He unwrapped it, rolling it onto his shaft. He lined himself up again, rubbing himself against her.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “Hard.”

“Please,” she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist. “I need it.”

With one swift thrust, he was inside her. She gasped, her walls clenching around him. He pulled out, slamming back in, setting a brutal pace. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, burying his face in her neck. “So tight.”

She clung to him, her nails digging into his back. She met each of his thrusts, grinding her hips against him. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their moans and grunts.

“Harder,” she demanded, biting his earlobe. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged, picking up the pace. He could feel his orgasm building again, the pressure in his balls almost unbearable. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit.

“Come with me,” he panted, rubbing her engorged nub. “I want to feel you.”

She cried out, her body trembling beneath him. Her walls clamped down on him, milking his cock. He let go, spilling himself inside her, filling the condom with his seed.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and gasping for air. He rolled off her, disposing of the condom in the nearby trashcan. She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest.

“I think that makes up for being late,” she purred, tracing patterns on his stomach with her fingernail. “But we’ll have to do it again sometime.”

He chuckled, pulling her closer. “I look forward to it, Mistress.”

And with that, they lay in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking session. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, a lasting reminder of the dirty, naughty acts they had just engaged in.

In the end, the video was a testament to the power of a good pussyjob, even one performed through pantyhose. It showed the raw, unbridled passion between a dominant woman and her willing submissive. And it left viewers wanting more, craving the intimate, erotic connection that only such an act could provide.