Sexy stockings - part II.

Fishnets hug every inch of us. Two pairs, both bubble-gum pink, stretched tight over smooth legs. Sophie stretches one foot toward me, toes pointed, the fine mesh whispering across my shin. I drag the other stocking down, slow, letting the fabric slip until it bunches at her ankle. The moment her bare sole meets mine, warmth meets warmth. We trace each other, heel to arch, soft pressure building into something sharper. She laughs under her breath, then curls her toes around mine, testing how far the skin can stretch before pleasure tips into a sweet, steady ache.