Do not tumble dry. It is highly recommended that foundation apparel be worn underneath this garment.'"MMMmmm; bet these would be nice to wank off into...," I said to myself.I sc****d at some of the crusty stain in the crotch of the leggings and bought the sticky coagulate to my nose; my sense of smell was immediately assaulted by the pungent aroma of cunt.'Someone is not wearing foundation apparel under their lycra/nylon leggings,' I smiled to myself and threw them back into the laundry basket. This had that place beat seven ways to Sunday. Many times I had pleasured a woman, and myself, by slipping my cock into a cunt with slow and deliberate strokes. The objective for me had always been to tease my lover with the maximum of lustful pleasure. Now that I was on the receiving end, I finally knew what the feelings were like.Arriving at the base of my cock, Linda slipped me back out just as slowly until only my cockhead remained under her control. She repeated this action, speeding her. ”“What did he just say to you?” Princess asked Miss LaPierre.“He just said that my hands felt good on him,” she said with a giggle.She got up and pulled me to the bottom edge of the bed, surprising me with her hand strength. “I’m going to use the menthol on you now, is that all right?”“Whatever you want to do is just fine,” I answered, half expecting another slap.I felt the coolness of the menthol, and both of her hands turning opposite directions from my upper leg to the bottom of my feet. It. The belt under her feet began to move faster. They had increased the speed! She panicked and tried to speed up to find the pace only to bump into the hand rail. She slowed a bit, but it was too much and her nipples paid with the hard shock of the taut strings stretching them. She finally found the right pace, but it was all too much. She was getting tired and could feel the sweat drenching her body. She wouldn't last much longer at this pace and . . . "WHAP". She shrieked behind the gag both in.