Złapałem cię, patrząc na moje kabaretki

I caught you looking at my fishnets. I know you can't resist them and, who can blame you. Well, I'm going to let you worship my fishnets - but only the feet and ankles, no further. Plenty of close ups as I push my stinking fishnet clad feet into your face - tongue out and keep it out, as I move my feet across your tongue. With plenty of close ups of my feet - after I've teased you enough with those, I show you my big round fishnet clad arse - but for that, you can look only - no touching. I push close to you, but you can't touch, only look! It's a nice treat for you, that I let you admire me in my fishnets - but this is as close as you're going to get.