Nothing but fishnets

Melissa wakes up starving for dick one morning and already knows what she wants—her girl Cris. Cris looks criminally fuckable in that skintight fishnet bodysuit, every curve pushing through the holes like a tease. Melissa doesn't hesitate. Why bother fighting the urge? She listens to her hard-on, grabs Cris by the hips, and walks her backward until Cris hits the wall. The net is a blessing and a curse—hooks Melissa's fingers but keeps the goods just out of reach. Doesn't matter; Melissa's past the point of undressing anyone. She flips Cris around, shoves a knee between her legs, and spreads her until she can slip inside without stripping a single strap. 'Open up,' Melissa growls, already half-buried, and Cris gasps, the fishnet creaking as her whole body answers yes.