Would you like to remove the stockings before you fuck me?

You're looking at an Asian beauty stretched across the sheets, one leg raised, the sheer stockings catching the light like a second skin you're already desperate to peel away.

You feel the pull of that question hanging in the air, direct and deliberate, aimed straight at whatever control you thought you had.

You could slide your hands slowly up those smooth thighs and take your time with the answer, or you could simply push the fabric aside and let urgency make the decision for you.