The kitchen glowed under the overhead light,Teacher cool and calm against the dusk outside. The pantyhose rubbed slightly as he moved, and he couldn’t help but glance down at them, fascinated by how they caught the light. She grunted, rolling onto her side, her short hair brushing the pillow as she tried to settle, the day’s heat a stubborn echo in her veins.

Ken slid the teddy over his head, the satin cool and smooth as it settled against his skin, hugging his curves with a whisper of luxury. He spread his legs wider, the torn pantyhose framing his swollen, glistening core.