Allie's Masterclass Pantyhose Bondage

Skylar's trapped. Layers of nylon wrap her tight, one over another until the cocoon smothers every inch. Allie walks around her, testing the bonds with a fingertip, pinching where the fabric pulls tightest. She likes the feel of it. Likes the way Skylar moves inside—slow, trapped, every twitch swallowed by the sheer mesh. When the vibe hits, it's merciless. Pressed right against the crotch of those stretched layers, it hums through every thickness. Skylar jerks in her cocoon. The fabric creaks but holds. Allie keeps it there. Watches. Waits. She doesn't rush it. This is hers now, the whole wrapped, humming thing.