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Luna Star floated on her back in the cool, dimly lit pool, the water lapping gently against her skin. She wore nothing except the sheer red pantyhose that clung to her like a second skin, the nylon stretched tight over every curve. The fabric shimmered faintly under the underwater lights, turning almost translucent where it molded to her hips and thighs. She loved the sensation, the constant silky pressure hugging her legs, the way it teased her with every tiny movement. The cool water made the nylon feel even more alive against her, nipples hardening from the contrast as she drifted, eyes half-closed, waiting. The front door opened somewhere in the house. Footsteps. Then silence as he found the trail of candles leading to the patio doors left ajar. She heard his sharp intake of breath when he stepped outside and saw her there, glistening, legs slightly parted, the red sheen of the pantyhose disappearing beneath the surface like an invitation. He stood at the edge of the pool for a long moment, eyes locked on her body. Luna turned slowly in the water, letting him take in the view from every angle. When she arched her back just enough, her round, full ass lifted above the surface, the wet nylon stretched so thin it looked painted on, outlining every perfect curve. She knew what he loved most. That thick, juicy ass had always driven him wild, the way it jiggled with the slightest motion, the way it begged to be grabbed, slapped, claimed. He stripped without a word, clothes hitting the tiles in a careless pile. Then he slid into the water, moving toward her with purpose. Luna stayed floating, letting him come to her. His hands found her first, sliding up her thighs, fingers digging into the slick nylon, feeling the heat of her skin beneath. He pulled her against him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he backed her toward the shallow steps. Once there he lifted her out of the water in one smooth motion, setting her on the warm stone edge. She leaned back on her elbows, legs dangling, the red pantyhose dripping, clinging even tighter now that it was wet. He dropped to his knees between her thighs, hands roaming up to grip her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. The nylon stretched under his palms, taut and slippery. He leaned in and bit down lightly through the fabric, teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath. Then his fingers hooked into the crotch and pulled. The material resisted for a second before tearing with a sharp rip, exposing her completely. Cool air hit her soaked folds and she moaned low, hips lifting instinctively. He didnt waste time. Hands gripping her hips he flipped her over so she was on all fours on the edge, ass high, the torn pantyhose framing her round cheeks like ruined gift wrapping. The rip ran from front to back now, leaving her open and vulnerable. He pressed himself against her, thick and hard, sliding along her slit a few times to coat himself in her wetness before pushing in deep with one slow, relentless thrust. Luna cried out, fingers scrabbling against the stone as he filled her completely. He paused only long enough to let her adjust, then started moving, hard and steady, each thrust making her ass bounce against his hips. The wet slap of skin echoed across the patio, mixing with her moans and his low growls. His hands never left her ass, kneading, slapping, spreading her wider so he could watch himself disappear inside her over and over. The torn nylon rubbed against her thighs with every movement, adding that extra layer of friction she craved. She pushed back to meet him, meeting his rhythm, taking him deeper until the angle made her tremble. He reached around, fingers finding her clit through the remnants of the hose, rubbing fast circles while he pounded into her from behind. When she came it hit her hard, body locking around him, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. He didnt slow down, riding her through it, chasing his own release. A few more deep, punishing thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside her with a groan, hips jerking as he emptied everything he had. They stayed like that for long moments, breathing ragged, his hands still possessively on her ass. Eventually he pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her, mixing with the water still dripping from the torn red nylon. Luna turned her head, lips curved in a satisfied smile, and reached back to trace lazy circles over the ruined fabric still clinging to her skin. The pool lights reflected off the water behind them, calm again now, while the night air carried the scent of chlorine, sex, and the faint sweet stretch of nylon.