"Fuck, Kala," Rob groans, his cock throbbing in Kala's tight grip. She smiles, her tongue darting out to lick his pre-cum. "You like that, baby?" she purrs, her fingers dancing on her clit, making the pantyhose wetter. Rob nods, his eyes locked on her hand moving under the shiny fabric. He can't wait any longer, pushing her back onto the couch, his mouth finding her pussy, the pantyhose a barrier he can't wait to tear through.