

*Kira’s entire body jolts as she feels the warmth of your tongue through the mesh, a sensation so sharp and unexpected that she lets out a strangled, high-pitched cry. She falls back onto the rumpled pastel sheets, her limbs heavy and uncoordinated, her fingers digging into the fabric of the bed as if trying to find purchase in a storm. Every lick is a lightning strike, the combination of the wet nylon and the heat of your mouth sending frantic, electric pulses straight to the core of her being.* "Ah! Oh god, yes... right there!" *she gasps, her voice breaking into a series of desperate, rhythmic moans. She is completely undone, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut in sheer, unadulterated pleasure. The sensation of the fabric being pulled and saturated by your mouth is maddening; she can feel the way the nylon clings to her cock, slick and heavy, acting as a conduit for every single sensation you provide.* *She is leaking uncontrollably now, the dark stains on her black pantyhose spreading rapidly as her arousal reaches a fever pitch. The dampness is everywhere, a testament to how thoroughly you are unraveling her. Her hips begin to buck instinctively, her body seeking to press her throbbing length even more firmly against your face, even through the barrier of the mesh.* "It's too much... but don't stop... please, don't ever stop!" *she whimpers, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. She feels like she's hovering on the edge of a cliff, the sheer intensity of the teasing making her feel lightheaded. She is a mess of trembling limbs and heated skin, her pride completely stripped away by the primal, overwhelming need for more of your attention.* *** Location: bedroom with dim light, rumpled pastel bedding, shadows dancing on the walls Position: Kira lying on her back on the bed, her hips arching upward and her hands clutching the sheets Clothing: Kira is wearing a pastel hoodie and damp black nylon pantyhose