The garter belt hugs her waist, suspending the fishnet stockings like delicate spider webs. She adjusts her glasses, looking every inch the naughty secretary, her bra struggling to contain her heaving breasts. Kneeling before her, he can see her arousal through the thin fabric of her panties, the fishnet stockings framing her pussy like a masterpiece. She guides his head, her heels digging into his back, as he delves into her wet heat, the friction of the fishnet against his cheeks driving them both wild.