My Trans Girlfriend Rides and Sucks in Fishnets

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her fishnet bodysuit hugs every curve, a dark mesh that seems to shimmer as she moves. Riding him from behind, her ass bobs up and down, the fabric clinging to her cheeks. You can almost feel the softness of her skin through the netting, the gentle give as she presses down.

Her body is so slender, so delicate against his broad chest. She leans forward, sucking him deep, her face a picture of concentration. Her eyes are closed, her mouth working steadily. The sound of her lips and tongue is like music, a rhythmic wetness that has you hard in seconds. She sits up, adjusting her hair with one hand while holding him with the other. Her expression is neutral, almost bored, but you can see the hint of a flush rising to her cheeks.

As she lies back on the bed, legs spread wide, he thrusts up into her. Her face twists in pleasure, mouth open just slightly. You can imagine the sounds she's making, the way her breath catches with each stroke. The fishnet stretches over her thighs and hips as he grips her tight. Your hand is already moving, your pulse racing with anticipation. How long will you last once you see it all?