Smoking Slut in Blue Fishnet Flashes Her Tattooed Tits

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She lights a cigarette, slow, her eyes on you. Smoke curls up, thick, her lips part. Her chest rises with each breath, fishnet clinging. Her hand brushes her breast, once, twice. You ache to touch, to stroke.

Her fingers trail over the netting, teasing. She exhales, nostrils flaring, a soft hum. Her gaze drifts down, then back to you. Your pulse quickens, your breath catches. You're hard, so hard, your hand twitching.

She shifts, poses, her body undulating. Her pierced navel glints, her tattoos shimmer. She smiles slightly, her eyes locked on you. Your rhythm speeds up, your edge nears. She takes another drag, exhales slowly.

She toys with the netting some more. A strand slips aside, revealing more of her breast. Your hand moves faster now. You can almost feel the fishnet against your fingertips.

Her eyes never leave yours as she smokes and teases. She knows exactly what she's doing to you and she loves it. Your breathing gets shallower and quicker.

She takes one last drag and exhales slowly toward the camera.