What would you do with a stocking?
Roxy knows from experience that running her hands under her skirt and unhooking the clasp of her suspender belt, then sliding her hands along her silky thigh under each stocking with her leg fully stretched, would transfix any man but Roxy has no man or woman to satisfy her needs tonight. Roxy knows, she doesn’t need an audience and that she enjoys her own erotic disrobing, because her biggest turn that she can turn anyone one, mostly herself.
You see Roxy loves the way her body curves, how her breast stay pert when removing her black satin bra, she desires them to be touched, eager for a soft moist mouth to caress her nipples, to have them graze by the edge of your teeth. Roxy enjoys the power of her curves the way they can make anyone melt especially when she is in the mood to play.
Feeling very erotic Roxy licks her fingers and slides them between her legs, pushing them down to her pussy, she can feel the heat and the wetness as she parts her lips and dips her fingers into her hotness. As she glides her finger in she moves back and forth spreading her juice around her clit, massaging it with her finger. Pushing it down and around in the soft, silky hot wetness.
Roxy knows her body well, and the agony of trying to contain herself is killing her, she wants to explore more but want to stay on the edge and tease herself . Finding her stocking she twists one end in her hand the other around her ankle, with her legs bent behind her,Roxy begins to move her hips slowly so that the silky stocking feels like it is gliding along her clit. Her cry is expected but her passion can never be predicted, she moans as the stocking pushes her lips apart and begins to slide between them,Roxy leans forward so that the stocking can rub against her nipple she licks it, so the moist silk rubs and flicks at her breast.
As she starts to feel the pain of frustration not having anyone or anything to enter her, but needs the pleasure to go on and on. Her clit is now feeling proud, and big, but soft too, the stocking feels as wet as her pussy, giving a sensation of being tickles but yet she knows she is not ticklish there, like a light feather brushing against her she wishes it was harder so she could push down on it and feel it enter her.
With her spare hand Roxy reaches between her legs and strokes her clitoris, feeling the warmth, and damp while she explores her pussy. She brings her fingers to her mouth for a brief moment so she can taste her own juice, surprised by how nice it tastes. She returns her fingers pushing them in now, two of them, feeling full and very wet, , she withdraws her fingers and places them on her clitoris, circling and caressing before placing her two fingers at either side like a clamp, so her fingers rub against her clit, stimulating, arousing and pleasuring. She can barely contain herself, as she keeps playing with her clitoris, rubbing it, smoothing it,and pressing against it while running the stocking over it. Roxy body is arching in pleasure every thought in her mind is focused, she is on the edge, she pulls hard on the stocking, the soft silk massages against her pussy and helps her explode with noise and pleasure.
