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Polly and Phil (Tights and Lycra Fetish)

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

right up his shithole and bugger him senseless, my face smiling through my stocking mask, my own arse wiggling and pumping, making the panty bulges inside wobble slightly. ‘Tights, tights, tights, tights, tights!’ I say in rhythm to each thrust. ‘I fucking love shagging you…I fuck…ing…love…shagging you!’ I cry. I pump and pound the fucking shit out of him while he cries ‘Harder Polly, harder, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me, tell me what a fucking sissy slut I am!’ ‘Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Take it, you slut, take it, your lycra loving slut…wearing my panties, tights and Lycra , huh?’ I liberally come inside Phil and pull out drenching his encased bulging arse with more spunk. I then lay back on the bed and pull my blue lycra legs to my chest, with my boots around Phil’s shoulders as Phil takes his hard cock out and shags me deep, looking at one another’s nylon eyes, until he pumps and fills my arse through the slit in my lycra and tights with his cum. We peel off our unitards and relax on the bed with me in his arms, still in our stocking masks ... and tights. I push my head under his pantyhose encased chest so he can stroke my head as I smile in satisfaction, feeling not only well fucked but loved. ‘I love you, Polly,’ Phil whispers. ‘I love you too, Phil,’ I sigh, from the tight layer covering his chest. ‘I want you to leave your boyfriend for me,’ Phil declares. ‘Only if you will be there in your leotard and tights, with me in mine when we tell him. I want him to see us like that, see how I feel about you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to you, if you desired it, darling.’ ‘Same goes for me. I want you to come to England. I want you to wear your wig, skirts, shiny tights and heels when I introduce you to my other half…after I’ve told them.’ Phil strokes my glossy head on his chest. ‘There’s something else I really want to do, Phil,’ I say. I get up from under the his encased chest. ‘Just go ahead and do it.’ I stand up, squat over Phil, while still in my black tights and beam as I fart out his spunk, over his face, right into the sheer seat of my tights. ‘Ahh, that’s better,’ I giggle.