Abigail Mac stirs awake, her desires already stirring. Her pussy throbs, eager for attention. She slides her hands over her luscious curves, pausing to squeeze her ample breasts. Her fingers trail down, finding her wet, pulsating clit. She teases herself, her moans filling the room. Her eyes land on her fishnet stockings, a wicked idea forming. She slips them on, the delicate fabric caressing her skin. She resumes her self-pleasure, her fingers sliding in and out of her slick pussy, her body writhing in pleasure.