Worship at the feet – and legs – of a nylon goddess. I’ve got you edging for *ages* in this one, teasing with every inch of my perfectly clad form. You’ll be inhaling the scent of my nylon and worshipping every curve as you slowly, deliciously, reach your breaking point. Finally, you’ll be allowed to spill your load all over my stockings – if you’ve been a *good* boy.