Lyra only smiled down at him, with a strange mix of shyness and determination in her emerald eyes.
She pressed her thighs tighter together, trapping his half-hard cock in the warm, silky channel she had created.
The smooth fabric of the stockings slid against his sensitive skin with every small shift of her hips.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and began to move.
Squissh...
The slow rolls of her hips made his cock glide back and forth between her closed thighs.
The combination of her soft inner skin and the glossy stockings created a tight, slick friction that was completely different from her mouth or her breasts.
She dragged the head of his cock through the warm pressure, the silky material catching slightly before sliding free again.
Fwap… schlick… fwap…♡
"Does it feel strange?" she asked softly, watching his face.
"I thought the stockings might make it better for you. You always liked looking at my legs too… didn't you?"
