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Dirty pantyhose secretA few years ago my (then) girlfriend Anne got a job in another town and moved in with a new housemate. Her name was Carole, she was French, and hot as fuck. Whenever I was round there I would flirt with Carole, my mind racing about how I would have liked to have been balls-deep in her pussy. She was average height, with perky tits, fantastic legs, dark hair and eyes, and a naughty smile. One day, Anne and Carole were at work and I was home alone, horny as hell. A thought occurred to me, and with my cock absolutely rock hard, I went into Carole’s bedroom and went through her laundry basket looking for her dirty underwear. It was all there – little black panties and thongs, all with the sweet smell of Carole’s cunt on them, and her lacy bras bahis firmaları (34B, if you’re wondering)… judging by her underwear Carole was one sexy little bitch. I wrapped a pair of sexy panties around my erection and wanked my dick. I thought I was going to shoot my load right there and then, in Carole’s bedroom, until I caught sight of a pair of Carole’s tights that had fallen from the basket. Tan, shiny tights… irresistible. I stripped off, got myself stark bollock naked, and put Carole’s tights on. It felt incredible. I had worn tights before, but being there in Carole’s bedroom, wearing Carole’s dirty tights, with my cock harder than it had ever been before as I touched myself through the gusset… I noticed my precum starting to leak through the nylon, kaçak iddaa which was stretched tight over my swollen bellend. I walked over to Carole’s bedroom mirror and looked at myself, stark naked apart from these dirty tan tights. I rubbed my hands up and down my legs, loving the feel of the smooth fabric. I turned around and massaged my arse, bending over and pulling my cheeks apart so that I could see my winking arsehole in the mirror. My erection was immense. Fuck it, I thought, and I started to wank my dick, looking at my pantyhosed legs and cock in Carole’s mirror. I imagined myself fucking Carole, Carole and Anne in bed naked (Anne loved being finger-fucked), Carole and Anne sucking my dick, but more than anything, I enjoyed the sight of my cock. I kaçak bahis rubbed harder and harder as I approached my orgasm, grunting and groaning as I stood there in front of the mirror. The sight of my rock-hard dick straining against the material of Carole’s tights, and the sensation of intimacy with Carole, were irresistible. I stroked my cock harder and faster, loving the secrecy of it all. And then it happened, my knees buckled as I shot my load into Carole’s tights, enjoying the sight of the spreading spunk through the fabric, loving the thought of blowing my load into Carole’s gusset. After a while I started to come round and leaving Carole’s tights on, I left the bedroom. I left the tights on all day, putting my jeans over them, and loving the feeling of going out with my dirty secret. It wasn’t the last time I wanked into Carole’s tights, and I loved shooting my spunk into her dirty knickers. I don’t know if Carole suspected anything… if she did, she never said.
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