I know what triggers your weak mind. You're addicted to nylons. Shiny tight pantyhose stretched across curvy legs. But that's not all, is it? I see you salivate as you stare at my crotch, but I know what is really on your mind. You're waiting eagerly for that sweet Goddess nectar to flow. Waiting to see that stream soak through my pantyhose for you to clean up off the ground.