Beg to Lick My Thick Ass in Fishnets

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her ass, in those black fishnets with the floral lace along the top, is the only thing you can see. But it's enough. The man behind her, his dark hair and full beard a blur as he presses his mouth against her skin, his tongue moving in a rhythm that makes you ache. His eyes are closed, lost in what he's doing, and you can't help but imagine yourself there instead.

The woman doesn't move, her hips still, her legs slightly apart to let him in. The fishnets stretch over her thick, curvy body, the texture of them visible as the man's head shifts slightly, adjusting the pressure. There's no sound but your own breathing, getting heavier by the second. Your hand is moving on its own, stroking to the rhythm of his tongue. You're not going to last long like this. How long will you last?