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wadasnylonll · 4 months

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#glamorous thighs #nylon thighs #beautiful thighs #pantyhose #nylon #beautiful legs #glamorous nylon thighs #nylon office babes #close up nylon

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kswcannotsee · 7 months

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#cross legs #nylon office babes #glamorous thighs #can not see #japanese babes #asian beauty #glamorous nylon thighs #beautiful thighs #nylonfeet #white blouse #beautiful woman face

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kswrunguard · 2 months

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#glamorous thighs #runguard pantyhose #nylon runguard #nylon thighs #pantyhose #runguard side view #white blouse #nylon office babes

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milunessence · 2 months

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we need to talk

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popping-your-culture · 11 days

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It’s Thigh High Thursday and your boss is dressed accordingly.

#thigh high thursday #thirsty thursday #hot boss #goddess #legs and heels #legs for miles #smoke show #legs for days #legs and pantyhose #smoking hot #rocking body #lingerie babe #legs and miniskirt #legs and nylons #office life

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darklydeliciousdesires · 8 months

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Take two:

I would like to play in the Smutty Sleepover game. 😍 Please create something with my little blue eyed devil, Tommy Shelby using this prompt:

"If you don’t stop it, I’m gonna make you regret teasing me."

Thank you so much for creating this game 🥰

Hey babe! I'm afraid that prompt got chosen just before you submitted your ask, so I went with a similar one left from the list!

Slight smut below the cut, minors DNI!

He knows exactly what you're doing, and Tommy, being the stubborn man that he is, isn't having any of it. He can't quite help himself from looking, though, as you move around his office, letting your skirt ride up to flash your nylons, bending over to accentuate the round of your backside in the slim-fitting pencil skirt you wear.

Those blue eyes, full of lustful depth, keep having their focus pulled as you stir at his lust, ignite his fuse, and play with him in the hopes that he turns his attention from his papers to his wife instead.

"Finished your pottering about yet?"

That Brummie lilt. You hated it to begin with, until you realised it truly didn't matter. Tommy Shelby could speak to you in any accent and the words would still sound smoother than warm honey trickling off a spoon.

"Almost." Moving to the bookcase with your feather duster, you pull the wooden ladders along, hitching up your skirt until the tops of your nylons are exposed, garters too. "I can never get up these ladders unless I have a little legroom."

Now you've gone and done it.

Tommy takes a deep breath, feeling his cock stir and his pulse quicken as he turns from his desk. "If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the rest of the week."

"Oh, but Thomas," you gasp sweetly, turning to him. God, that stare. His eyes might be glacial blue, but he could melt entire frozen continents with the heat of that stare. "That's exactly what I want to happen."

He should know better than to let you play him, and as he pushes his papers aside, getting up to retrieve you from the ladders, he knows that. After placing you on his desk, pulling your undies off and burying his mouth between your legs to lick at your cunt with hunger, the notion of caring about it is the farthest thing from his mind.

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders smut #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x reader

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milunessence · 2 months

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your report is ready?

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popping-your-culture · 3 months

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No way that patrolman is writing that ticket now. Girlfriend taking one for the team!

#oh hi #hello officer #goddess #legs and heels #legs for miles #smoke show #legs for days #legs and pantyhose #smoking hot #lingerie babe #stockings #legs and stockings #legs and nylons #she seems cool

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igiveupmiss3 · 7 months

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Wrong Choice of Words

When cornered by PDI officer Helena Hernandez, Miguel soon regretted his big mouth. “What’s your problem, babe?” he asked expansively as the young policewoman approached him, a wolfish smile spreading across his face as he took in her shapely nyloned legs. “Can’t we talk it over?” Helena did look momentarily flustered by the gangster’s smooth tones but, frowning, she continued to advance on her quarry. “I have reason to believe you are in charge of a major drugs operation, sir,” she told the leering older man, “I need to ask you some questions.” Miguel laughed out loud. “Sheesh!” he grinned. “Don’t get your pantyhose into a twist, cutie! It’s not the time of the month is it?”

He had barely finished speaking when the young woman sprang, panther-like, on him. Within seconds, Miguel found himself in a double armlock. “Ok, ok,” he cried out, grimacing in pain, “wrong choice of words!” Helena did not reply; she simply handcuffed Miguel tightly behind his back. “Let’s go, asshole!” she ordered, pushing the sullen looking man forward. The pair stepped out into the brightly lit street, the bound gangster wondering wryly why the younger female generation just didn’t seem to possess a sense of humour…

Source: Cuffed and Escorted by Policewomen, Walk of Shame video, posted by Handcuffed By Policewoman on YouTube.

#prisoner #cuffed #policewoman #man handcuffed by woman #arrested #arrested male

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pulpman2 · 2 years

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The Killer

Maigrette pressed her back into the tree. A few yards away, Bocock, the former big game hunter who had now trained his sights on human prey, was splashing through the Georgia swamps, his keen predator’s eyes eagerly seeking out the young woman. “C’mon, babe!” he called out across the mangrove laced wetland. “I promise I’ll make it quick if you show yourself now. If I have to hunt you down, I might not play so nice!” Maigrette moved round the tree, keeping its bulk between herself and the killer. The female FBI agent had no doubt Bocock would make good on his threat. Destitute after big game hunting was banned in Kenya, the half crazed explorer had returned to the States, blasting away innocent bank clerks and jewellery shop assistants in ever more erratic raids to raise funds for one last illegal hunt back in Africa. Until that is the famed FBI man hunter Maigrette Dessin was put on the case at which point Bocock had disappeared into the swamps.

Although the agent had followed her quarry into southern Georgia, she soon became the hunted. Her jeep shot off the road and her partner killed before they had even attempted to enter the bayou properly, Maigrette now desperately hid, her dress torn, her stockings laddered and her heels long since discarded. The officer felt all she could do to avoid an eventual rifle shot to the head was to turn flight into attack. The woman clambered onto the lower branches of the tree and surveyed the hunter, his head raised to the breeze, as if trying to scent her. Maigrette dropped her soaked and useless gun into the shallow waters of the swamp with a loud splash. Bocock whirled. Maigrette shuddered as a leer spread across his face and, panther like, the man loped towards the sound. At the precise moment he was beneath the tree, the agent launched herself, leaping down from the branch and barrelling into the surprised man who collapsed beneath her weight. His rifle went spinning from his grasp. Maigrette rose to her feet, standing over the sudden panic stricken hunter, her eyes shining with fury and intent. Bocock scrabbled in the water on his knees, desperately feeling for his gun. “You are useless without your rifle, aren’t you, Bocock?” Maigrette said with contempt. With that her shoeless nyloned foot shot out, catching the man square on the jaw. He slumped into the water without a sound, barely conscious.

Ten minutes later, Bocock, head bowed and hands tightly tied together behind his back with Maigrette’s stockings, was prodded forwards by his own rifle, now wielded by his female captor. “When we get to my car, I’ll take back my hosiery and put you in handcuffs, creep.” she told him. Her prisoner glared at the woman over his shoulder. “You got lucky, vixen,” he sneered, “in Africa I would have had your scalp by now!” Maigrette simply smiled sweetly back at the embittered man. “You know what they say, my friend,” she laughed, “Man is the most dangerous animal of all. And maybe Woman is more dangerous still - at least for you!”

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to The Killer by Wade Miller (1951)

#pulp magazine #woman detective #strong women #swampland

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