The bedsheets below…

Soon you can see it strewn all over the sheets below. The clothes have sealed the agreement. The glove slows down, but it still squeezes the final remnants of your cum out.

All of your cum was wasted on the bed sheets--and there you were, suspended in midair. Exhausted, but for the most part satisfied.

But now it looks like the cum you left below is disappearing, as if the red satin sheets were actually absorbing it. As you thought about this, the pantyhose canopy (and gag) release you, and the untangled hosiery deflates and returns to its place.

The heel on your nose has left by now. As you hover down to the bedsheets, your cum apparently gone, you have only a few seconds to panting and basking in the aftermath before the enchantments decide they aren’t done with you.

The red satin sheet under you begins moving; your cum brought it to life somehow. You try to get up, but you can hardly get one of your legs moving before it wraps around you, trapping your legs in place. The glossy red sheet presses against you like it’s vaccuum-sealed, squeezing tightly against your stomach and lower body.

You were stuck in what looked like a high tech trap. The blanket was trying to create a metamorphosis cocoon out of you, tightly wrapping the excess of itself around you. Your entire body is covered, even your head. But you feel something giving way; the blanket peels its upper part down, so that your face is visible. Meanwhile, not even your toes could be seen.

It's actually quite comfortable, and you feel snug in this blanket. You try to move, but it's actually impossible to get out of it, as nice as the satin felt on you. You are now cocooned and completely inside of the blanket, as you feel it beginning to move your back up, propping you into a sitting position.

Your arms were **** to your chest in an awkward position, your legs were stuck together and straight. All of the clothes responsible for your incredible orgasm are all around you, seeming to stare at you.