I got fisted while wearing my black fishnet stockings.

She tugs her black fishnet stockings up her thighs, the delicate lace biting into her skin as she teases herself in front of the mirror. Her fingers trail down her curves, building anticipation before she spreads her legs wider, inviting the stranger behind her to take control. Rough hands grip her hips, lifting her effortlessly as they work her open, stretching her inch by inch until her body gives way to the overwhelming intrusion. The stockings dig into her flesh with every movement, the contrast of pain and pleasure pushing her to the edge of submission. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to the edge of the bed, her body surrendering completely to the slow, deep fisting that leaves her trembling and breathless.