Intense footplay

The massaging and the caressing quickly turned into feet pressing against inner thighs. Milan grabbed one the pantyhose's legs and pulled the nylon foot towards her face while pushing one of her legs even deeper in between the translucent thighs. The red pantyhose did the same but with the help of a pair of long white silk gloves.

One glove took Milan's foot and slowly lowered it down to the well defined nylon cameltoe. The other one went straight for her face. Milan defiantly looked at the glove which grabbed her chin in very dominant manner. As the silky hand moved up a bit, it stuck a finger in her mouth, pushing in and out. Milan somehow felt the energy flowing through the gloves' finger as she moved her head back and forth to suck and lick. The glove moved away from her mouth sticking it's finger out, leaving a stream of saliva stretching as it pulled away from her face and she just licked up the drool on her lips.

"Mmmm Are you reading my mind?" Milan said excitedly looking at the phantom red foot wiggling it's toes due to her gently massaging and tickling the sole. She bites her lip looking down, pushing her toes against the folds of the red crotch. The pantyhose did exactly the same when it's right foot stretched back down rubbing her abdomen and pelvis with it's toes, until it rested on the front of her yoga pants and proceeded to sensually rub up and down making Milan moan. She grabbed the nylon foot and pressed it down even more while she rubbed her own foot just as passionately against the pantyhose's crotch. It was almost a competition of who was rubbing their feet faster between each other's legs.

Milan was getting so lost in the pleasure, that she almost didn't even notice her pink tank top tugging up her torso. She lift her arms up and let the top fly away, spiraling and flowing in the air until it started to fill out to her proportions only a bit more rounder on the front and with visible nipples.

The energy from the magic substance that infected almost everything in the apartment at this point, grew stronger in the air. The other set of hose that were seductively dancing with each other, stretched their legs like ballet dancers but more suggestively. The white crew socks didn't want to be left out, so they started to play footsie with the black pantyhose, going up and down on their calves and knees. The other two, Navy and tan hose, tangled their legs. One rubbing their thighs against the other's front. They moved like a couple, at the rhythm of the sensual music, hips rocking to the sides and into each other.

Milan was had her eyes close, completely in ecstasy at this point. One hand on the nylon feet rubbing her clit and the other grabbing a whole of one of her breasts. "Huuuuhmm-ooh God"

The red pantyhose was also feeling the heat as it moved it's hips in rhythm with Milan's rubbing.

In the Kitchen, the rubber gloves left the dishes magically washing themselves to play with the tank top. Fondling it's tits from behind.

The energy from the Manacite was being sexually charged thanks to Milan's idea to recreate the scene she witnessed earlier.

She decided to take it to another level by grabbing the foot at her crotch and putting it right under her nose and occasionally licked and sucked on the soft nylon toe. Her Yoga pants finally went down her legs as well as her panties. Both reassembled and filled to curvy shape then walked back in her bedroom.

This time Milan wrapped her legs around the pantyhose's and vice versa. Back and forth, her and the translucent nylons were basically scissoring. The groaning was really loud. She could control it by now. Her pussy and the emulated nylon one rubbed against each other to the point of her soaking the material with her fluids. "Uuuuhhh huummm mmmm aaah shiiit"

The two of them rode each other faster and faster as if riding a horse, jumping, tensing and twitching.

Milan moaned and sniffed the bottom of the red nylon foot. She inhaled and exhaled with an orgasm. After all she always had a secret thing for feet.

While Milan had fun with her nylons, she was unaware of her phone recording the whole thing from a corner of the room. In the frame, the camera not only got a good view of Milan and the magic hosiery doing their thing but also one the stolen vials floating towards...