Fishnet spread on candlelit table invites deep thrust

In the dim glow of the study candle, after teasing him with glances all evening, she hikes onto the wooden table, bottomless in her white shirt and fishnets. Her tan legs part wide, thighhighs straining against her boots as she pulls him close, guiding his hardness into her wetness with a soft gasp. She lies back, small breasts pressing against the thin fabric, choker tight around her neck, blonde hair fanning out. As he slides deep in missionary, her lips part in a quiet moan, body arching intimately, clenching around him while her fingers grip the edges, soaking in the charged rhythm of their connection.