You’re a feen for fishnets, all those holes exposing the bare skin that you crave so much. It's a barrier between you and the flesh you’re dyeing to be close to.

Running your hands up and down getting bits and pieces of skin to skin contact. It's what you desire above anything else.

These fishnets expose every piece of Me that you’ve been craving and can’t have. It’s a mental trap that keeps you gooning for more.

You crave it, obsess over it. Constantly feening for more as you watch Me seduce you from afar. Teasing you, toying with your desires for My gain.

You’re a feen for fishnets, all those holes exposing the bare skin that you crave so much. It's a barrier between you and the flesh you’re dyeing to be close to.

Running your hands up and down getting bits and pieces of skin to skin contact. It's what you desire above anything else.

These fishnets expose every piece of Me that you’ve been craving and can’t have. It’s a mental trap that keeps you gooning for more.

You crave it, obsess over it. Constantly feening for more as you watch Me seduce you from afar. Teasing you, toying with your desires for My gain.

Stroking and edging yourself, wishing you could get your hands on My body.

But, do you really deserve access?