Netskirts #01 - Remastered

She first dropped that short skirt on a sweaty May night in 2010 and bared everything. The little bottom she wore underneath had one sheer patch cut exactly where it mattered, pulling tight when she bent and stretched. She teased a bottle between her thighs like she meant to fuck it, lining the tip to her pussy, squeezing until the glass glistened with her slick. Both tits bounced free, nipples stiff in the spotlights. G-string clenched around perfectly round ass cheeks. Smooth cunt lips pressed against the material, clear to see. Posing upside down, legs wide, shaved opening kissed by leather straps until the heel of one boot eased the fabric down, then pushed up, until she was spread and smirking. When the beat dropped she grabbed the pole, arched, spread wide again with her hips on the edge of the table, inviting every eye below the waist to look straight in. Nothing hidden, nothing polite, pure cock-tease from heels to the wet center of her spread lips.