Pantyhose tease. No Panties. No Mercy.

I’m in sheer black pantyhose and a tight top. And yes — there’s nothing underneath. I didn’t forget. I chose it. You’re staring, trying to see through every layer, every shadow, every place where the fabric gives up. Slow movements. Soft friction. That quiet pantyhose sound you pretend doesn’t affect you — but it does. I know how close you’re watching. I know what part of me holds your attention the longest. And I know you won’t look away — even when you tell yourself to. Stay right there. Watch carefully. I decide how much you get… and when it becomes too much. Tell me the exact moment when you lost control 😉💦