Perfect Tights - Allison succumbs

Allison stood up unsteadily and made her way to the front door. She had to get out of here...go to the police and get help. She had to remove these tights from her legs. They felt so good. Each step in its fibers, she can feel its weave stretching and swirling around her legs. She felt her crotch blooming with a strange desire. Her thighs brushed against one another innocently and she heard a silky nylon sigh fill the room and she sank to her knees. Her hands flew to her temple as her vision grew cloudy. Her arousal dampened the crotch panel of the tights as she fell against the front door, her eyes rolling into her head as her legs coiled against each other in an intoxicating nylon embrace.