Pussy Fingering in Black Stockings, Squirting

These black stockings were supposed to last the night. Dinner, maybe dancing. But you texted me dirty things during dessert, and I came home aching, still dressed, desperate. Fingers inside before I reached the bedroom, my thighs still warm from the car ride where I almost touched myself at the red light. I found the spot fast tonight, thinking of your weight on me, your cock instead of my fingers, how you'd tear these nylons to get to me. The squirt surprised even me, sudden, endless, my stockings clinging soaked to my shaking legs. I took this video still trembling. Come finish what you started.