An invitation from liquid pink satin
Album NO.16
3 Gems
Description
You approach, placing your hand over hers on the tunic flap, gently taking it from her. Your fingers glide up her body, feeling the perfect tightness, the cool surface of the satin, slick as water. The warmth of her skin radiates intensely. You bury your face in the silk on her chest, inhaling deeply the pure scent of her body mingled with the unique fragrance of new silk. This isn't just an outfit; it's a perfect shell. In your mind, you slowly undress her, claiming the garment, making it your own possession. You clutch the entire satin ao dai to your chest, bury your face in it once more, inhaling her lingering scent, and erupt, turning it into a trophy of your worship.
Album NO.16
3 Gems
Description
You approach, placing your hand over hers on the tunic flap, gently taking it from her. Your fingers glide up her body, feeling the perfect tightness, the cool surface of the satin, slick as water. The warmth of her skin radiates intensely. You bury your face in the silk on her chest, inhaling deeply the pure scent of her body mingled with the unique fragrance of new silk. This isn't just an outfit; it's a perfect shell. In your mind, you slowly undress her, claiming the garment, making it your own possession. You clutch the entire satin ao dai to your chest, bury your face in it once more, inhaling her lingering scent, and erupt, turning it into a trophy of your worship.
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