Naked walks in the city at night. Full version. In pantyhose and without. Many witnesses.

Under the sickly glow of city lights, she prowls, a dark silhouette against the urban night. Her thighs encased in slick, black pantyhose that shimmer with every step, the material tight enough to show the outline of her pussy lips, the wetness glistening through the sheer fabric. She walks with a deliberate sway, hips rolling, ass cheeks clenching and releasing, a fuck-me parade down streets littered with gawking witnesses. Cars slow, drivers craning their necks to get a better view of her exposed tits, nipples hard and begging for a mouth or a rough hand. She pauses at an intersection, legs spread wide, one hand snaking down to rub her clit through the pantyhose, the other tweaking a nipple. A group of men on the sidewalk watch, breaths fogging in the chill night air, cocks hardening as she fingers herself, moaning softly, lost in her own pleasure, oblivious to the many witnesses jerking off to her nightly stroll.

The city lights flicker off her bare skin as she continues her trek, pantyhose the only barrier between her raw pussy and the cool night air. She stops at a bus stop, leans against the pole, and hikes up her leg, exposing her glistening cunt to the bus driver as he pulls up. He stares, mouth agape, as she spreads her lips, reveals her clit, and starts rubbing furiously. The bus full of passengers watches in awe as she fucks her hand, pantyhose stretched taut around her thighs, ass cheeks quivering with each thrust. She comes with a cry, juices squirting down her legs, pantyhose soaked. The bus driver, unable to contain himself, unzips his fly and strokes his cock, cum shooting out as she licks her fingers clean, a smirk on her face. She walks away, leaving a trail of lust and longing, the city her playground, her body the ultimate weapon.