Her Panties. Your Property

She used your credit card like it was hers—because it is. She knows exactly what drives you wild—stockings, suspenders, and a tight dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. She spent your money, That dress, those stockings? Bought to torment you. She’s teasing you in a dress so tight, you can see every outline of her panties, her garter belt, and stocking tops against her thighs. She bought those panties just to drive you wild, because she knows much you lust after her in panties, stockings and suspender belt. But she had your credit card, and she spent your money. With a slow bend, she lifts her dress, giving you a peek of her perfect ass wrapped in panties. You can’t resist—you grope her panties, feeling the fabric before you slide your cock in her nylon panties, panty-fucking her until she moans. Then it’s her dripping pussy, her warm mouth, and finally, her lips wrapped around you as you explode down her throat. She used your card like it was hers—because it is. That dress, those stockings? Bought to torment you. She knows exactly what drives you wild—stockings, suspenders, and that tight dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. She spent your money, teased your limits, and gave you a view you couldn’t resist.