My Nylons His Pleasure Your Debt

Description: My legs are wrapped in sheer, silky nylon — but not for you. you don’t get to feel them. you don’t get to smell them. you don’t even get to beg. because these nylons are for him — the man who takes what he wants while you edge in the dark, paying for everything you’ll never touch, a humiliating spiral into your nylon obsession, your cuckolded place, and your true purpose: to worship, ache, and pay. i describe every slow cross of my legs, every moment his hands glide over my nylons, while you serve from the sidelines. you’ll stroke. you’ll suffer. you’ll spend. and you’ll thank me for the pain.