Fishnets Can't Stop This Dick

I looked into her eyes as I fucked her face to face — then turned her around and drilled her like a filthy bitch. Those netted tights? Still on. Just gave me better grip 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