Fatal Distraction
Album NO.188
2 Gems
Description
You approach from behind, without a sound. Your burning palm descends, claiming one entire round ass cheek encased in gleaming gold silk. The cool, slick surface of the fabric violently contrasts with the heat of the flesh beneath. Squeeze hard, your five fingers gripping tight, feeling the soft mass of flesh yield under your possession, causing the glossy satin to wrinkle with every movement. One of your fingers slides along the delicate line of the T-string thong, a provocative trace, clear as day. Rub back and forth on that sinful boundary, feeling just enough friction to set your reason ablaze, before pressing your entire hand into the cleft of her ass, where the fabric is stretched to its absolute limit, ready to be conquered.
Album NO.188
2 Gems
Description
You approach from behind, without a sound. Your burning palm descends, claiming one entire round ass cheek encased in gleaming gold silk. The cool, slick surface of the fabric violently contrasts with the heat of the flesh beneath. Squeeze hard, your five fingers gripping tight, feeling the soft mass of flesh yield under your possession, causing the glossy satin to wrinkle with every movement. One of your fingers slides along the delicate line of the T-string thong, a provocative trace, clear as day. Rub back and forth on that sinful boundary, feeling just enough friction to set your reason ablaze, before pressing your entire hand into the cleft of her ass, where the fabric is stretched to its absolute limit, ready to be conquered.
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