Ofiste külotlu çorap oyunu arisu otsu'nun naylon ayak parmakları ayaka mochizuki'yi masanın altında ıslak salınım yapmaya itiyor.

I lied about the “spilled coffee.” We both know that wet patch came from my nylon crotch— from what her pantyhose-covered foot made me do. Another dull day at work… until Arisu looks over. Ayaka's beside her, skirt up, rubbing herself with a spare pair of pantyhose like she's starving for friction. Arisu decides to help. Ayaka ends up on the floor, face pushed between Arisu's legs, licking until the nylon shines. She needs more—more nylon, more scent, more Arisu. She moves to the foot. Drool falls. A sniff, and she's worshipping, tongue between toes, spit soaking the nylon. Arisu slides her pantyhosed foot between Ayaka's thighs. Rubs until a wet patch spreads across the floor and Ayaka's tights. More. Harder. Small circles. Ayaka shoves her pantyhose-covered hand into her mouth to keep from screaming. Well…I wasn't expecting a wet carpet. But I'm glad it's there. It ramps up the foot play into. More. More fetish. More edge. More heat. You'll see…won't you? Circe (210325_03)