1. Polly and Phil (Tights and Lycra Fetish)


    Date: 2/7/2016, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    to your chest. I have to sniff your arsehole through Lycra, I have to feel your arse!’ Phil didn’t need telling twice, he pulled his knees up to his chest and let me sniff deeply his arse through his skintight layers, my encased nose and mouth pressing and pushing against his tight layered arsehole, as if I was fucking him with my nose, with loud deep inhalations, with my skirt around my ankles, and my arse sticking out. ‘Oh Polly, sniff me, sniff me!’ Phil moaned through his glossy mask, as his hard prick strained against inside his Lycra. ‘I love Lycra…ooh I love tights!’ I moaned, as I sniffed and sniffed, inspired by my incredible lust. ‘Now, my darling…your turn. I sooo want you to sniff my arsehole through my leotard and tights!’ Phil trembled as we changed position and I pulled my shimmery nyloned knees to my chest, gripping the underside of my thighs, with my heels near his ears. Phil kisses, licks and sniffs my damp crotch, my sweaty gusset and then buries his nose right on my Lycra arsehole, as if he’s trying to push his nose right up, so far that if it were possible he could fucking wear me on his head. Oh god, I wish it were possible, that I could engulf his nyloned head, if he could headfuck me. ‘Yes, Phil, yes, it’s what we both want, you know it!’ I squeal, like the sissy I am. I can see his amazing, pantylined arse, shimmering in the mirror behind him, anticipating the moment when I will fuck the shit out of him. ‘Sniff my arse, Phil, sniff, sniff, sniff!’ My ...
    cock strains inside my leotard. I then change position and lie back on the sofa. I smile at Phil and say ‘Sit on my face.’ Phil lowers his arse on my face and the weight of him, and the shiny, tight curves cover my mouth and nose and my head. He grinds and rubs himself on me as I stroke and smooth his arse and eat, sniff and moan into his encased arsehole through his shiny lycra layers. After a good 15 mins of this, I tell him to remove his cycling shorts so he can continue sitting on my face in his tight blue leotard. There we are, in our leotard and tights, sniffing and frigging each others leotard arses through our glossy nylon masks, not wanting this to end, but always on the verge of piping our hot spunk onto each other through our glossy tights. Then we change position so it is me who is sitting on Phil’s face, grinding and bouncing on his mouth and nose. ‘I’m fucking riding you, I’m riding you!’ I yell, my eyes closed, my nylon smile stretching my stocking, as I giggle and nod my head, not caring if my beautiful wig slides to one side. If anyone could see this image now they would surely know what Phil meant to me. Just then Phil’s phone rang. ‘Fucking hell, I’m sorry Polly, just ignore it,’ Phil said. ‘No answer it,’ I say. ‘I have an idea.’ Phil looks at his phone pained. ‘It’s my other half.’ ‘Even better,’ I reply. I remove my leotard but leave on my layered tights. ‘Answer it.’ Phil answers the phone. I then direct him silently to put the phone down the back of my ...
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