Superb Pantyhose Pull Ruin

He walked in thinking foot jobs were the limit. Now he's strapped down, thick cock throbbing, trapped in sheer nylon that's about to become a weapon. I grab the waistband and pull it taut—slow, steady—until the fabric stretches and slides over his swollen head. Every inch I tug squeezes tighter. He gasps, hips jerk, and I keep stretching, pulling, dragging the nylon until his shaft is outlined and crushed at once. When he starts to shoot, the ropes hit so hard his whole body lifts off the bed. He’s hanging on the tension of that pantyhose, cock pulsing uselessly as load after load soaks the stretched nylon and ruins him without a single touch to the bare skin. He drops back down gasping, the ruined mess still trapped, still leaking. I just smile and give another slow tug—watch him twitch again.