Look at these 20 den black pantyhose hugging my thick thighs, shiny and slick against my curves. I want you to stare, to imagine the stretch at the high waist, the reinforced toe, the slight funk where they’ve been worn just enough to addict. I’ll move for you, let you see how they cling, and I expect full reverence.
You love the idea of tasting and sniffing used nylons, don’t you? Get ready to worship these big-legged temptations, to press your face to the fabric and inhale everything I’ve left behind. Do it right, and I might let you keep a memory of me on your lips.