I woke up early in the morning, which is unusual in itself, after a rather long Christmas party, with no memory of what happened the night before, why I was wearing an expensive lingerie and a mask, and, what’s more, why I could taste cum on my lips and in my mouth. But it was tasty. I was slightly aroused, but sexually unsatisfied. The bath seemed like the perfect place to fully recover, enjoying the warm, foamy water. However, after the bath, my sexual frustration lingered. And to relieve the tension and completely relax, I had an irresistible urge to cum in the new French nylon stockings I’d bought for myself before Christmas. True, due to lack of time, I hadn’t had a chance to try them on before, but now I decided to take my time and fully enjoy myself. And at the same time, I’d enjoy the sight of the cum beautifully spreading across my new stockings. I really love stockings covered in cum.