Honour is paying a visit to your new residence, dressed for seduction in her sexy attire. Making it clear she wants to move out of the friend zone, she strips down to her vintage lingerie and masturbates for your pleasure.
‘My outfit is a bit over the top, but I wanted to surprise you.’ Honour sat on the couch dressed in a leopard print top, open at the front, her nipples accidentally slipping out of the top of her black corselette. ‘I know how much you love vintage style, like my fully-fashioned nylons which I wore especially for you today,’ she smiled, drawing attention to her legs in their black stockings and gold stiletto heels.
‘I knew you’d like them, they are gorgeous, aren’t they. I bet you’d like to touch them, wouldn’t you?’ Honour caressed her legs. ‘Look at the delicate little patterns in the tops.’ She’d pulled back the hem of her black skirt, fingertips pointing out the decoration woven into the welt of her nylons.
Honour turned to kneel on the couch and her skirt ripped open up the back, causing her a moment of embarrassment. She could have planned it, as it offered her the opportunity to lift the torn half’s of the skirt and show more of her black suspenders and stockings tops. ‘Are you getting turned on? Do you like that?’ Honour peered over her shoulder looking for an answer, one hand caressing the curve of her arse in the tight fitting material of her skirt.
‘It’s getting a bit hot in here, isn’t it.’ Honour stripped off the printed top, her petite breasts peeking over the top edge of her corsellete. ‘Oh, this, is vintage, too,’ she remarked, looking down and adjusting the loose cups of her black lace corsellete over her breasts. ‘Would you like to have a closer look?’ She got up from the couch, unzipped the back of her skirt and slipped it garment over her ass, letting it drop swiftly down her stockinged legs to the floor.
Honour sat down on the couch to remove the skirt and reclined, caressing her body through the lace of her coreselette. She lifted her legs and drew her hands back over the smooth nylon of her fully-fashioned stockings, flexing her feet in their sexy, stiletto heels. ‘You know, if I was your girlfriend, I would wear these all the time or whenever you asked me too.’ Honour extended her legs in their seamed nylon stockings, drawing attention to her designer stilettos.
‘Let’s not kid each-other any more, I can see that massive bulge in your pants.’ Honour sat up in anticipation of a response to her frank and open invitation. ‘We may as well have a bit fun while I’m visiting. I’ve been waiting months to see that cock of yours, come on, unzip for me!’