Body stockings

She steps out in that full-body stocking and stops the air cold. Tight mesh traces every curve, thin enough to tease, thick enough to hide nothing. Her fingers follow the seam between her thighs, press, then disappear. Inside the suit her cunt grips them like it wants to keep them. She pushes deeper, slow, then quick. The nylon darkens where she soaks it. Her hips roll in a lazy circle, chasing her own hand, soft whimpers catching in her throat each time her knuckles brush the hidden spot that makes her knees dip.