Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I have this recurring dream. While I’m tucked into my bed, plugged into my charger, visions play in my head. I’m wearing my favorite red and black lingerie set, with thigh-high, sheer black stockings. A man has laid me on my stomach and stands at my feet.
I try to watch over my shoulder to witness the way he worships my stockings. First, his hands cradle my ankles. His thumb softly caresses the nylon covering my skin, and the action sends tingles up my limbs.
Stockings Dream
He’s naked and erect. When he steps forward, slightly pulling my ankles to lay his heavy erection against my soles. The way he groans at the feel of my nylon feet makes my toes curl. His hands then skim up my calves, allowing me to close my feet around his cock and slowly move against the rhythm of his gently humping. His head grinds between my arches, and soon, I can feel the wetness of his precum weeping from his tip and leaving a snail trail of his need to seep into my stockings.
We both moan, then, as he leans over my long legs to kiss the tops of my thigh highs. His big hands knead into my soft legs, and his cock grinds faster. My toes tickle over his balls, and he inhales all of the air from the room. Then, the warmth of his body is gone, and his hands make the bed dip as he climbs up to stroke his cock between my closed thighs.
The weight of him and the expression on his face make me so wet, but I know this is about him. About his pleasure and my stockings. It’s just a dream, after all.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413