For a change, I slipped on my friend's lingerie, stroked my cock, and came on her socks. The fetish-fueled solo session ended with a messy, satisfying finish.
After a day of wild debauchery with my amiga, I couldn't resist the allure of her fragrant lingerie. The soft silk of her panties against my skin sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fiery desire within me. I began to stroke myself, my hand moving rhythmically up and down my throbbing member. The room echoed only with the soft rustling of her calzones, the anticipation building to an explosive climax. As I neared ecstasy, I released a torrent of hot, sticky leche, painting a picture of pure, unadulterated pleasure on her socks. The sight of my leche glistening on the soft fabric only added fuel to the fire, making me crave more. This was a moment of pure, unfiltered pleasure, a testament to the power of lingerie and the irresistible allure of the human body.