Controlling Your Cock with My Pantyhose

My black and white striped pantyhose wrap around your cock like prison bars you beg never to escape. Watch as I stroke, squeeze, and control every throb with the friction of nylon against your desperate skin, deciding exactly when you breathe, leak, or suffer. The stripes blur as I work you faster, slower, crueler, reminding you that your pleasure belongs to the fabric I wear, not the creature beneath it. You'll hump, you'll strain, you'll whine for release, but I control the rhythm, the pressure, the denial. My pantyhose owns your cock now. And I never take them off.