Your weakness for stockings grows deeper and stronger every day. The little peak of a garter strap brings you to your knees. Dying to get another look, a little higher, just a peek underneath my skirt. Take a nice close look at that perfectly bare spot of skin- where the stocking lace ends and the garter belt begins... the little place between heaven and heartache. You'll never get enough, but grateful to worship. It's a pleasure watching the straps stretch around my ass and thighs. Grow weaker, engrain this sight into your mind.