She Put on Fishnets, I Put Her in Her Place

She looked so innocent lying on her back — but I knew exactly what she came for. Her legs spread wide, fishnet tights stretched over her thighs, barely hiding anything. I slid in deep, face to face, watching her lips tremble with every slow thrust. She moaned into my mouth while I held her wrists above her head, fucking her slow and deep, letting her feel every inch. But that didn't last long. I flipped her like a toy — face down, ass up, legs wide, still in those ripped fishnets. That view was too perfect to resist. I grabbed her by the hips, pressed down hard on her lower back, and started fucking her like she was mine to ruin. The sounds of skin slapping, her gasps, her filthy moans — it all filled the room. She begged, she clawed the sheets, she tried to run — but I held her in place, kept pounding her like the obedient little whore she became the second she slipped on those tights. I didn't even need to take them off. There was already a hole — and I made it bigger.