The Forgotten Treasure
Album NO.197
3 Gems
Description
Your hand cannot resist the flow of gleaming gold satin calling out from the white bedsheets. Press your entire palm onto the taut surface, feeling the smoothness and the warmth radiating from the perfectly round ass. Grip hard, dig your fingers deep, kneading the precious silk, causing it to wrinkle with every squeeze. The rustling sound of the fabric rises like a faint protest. Your thumb traces the central seam, pressing deep into the cleft of her ass, where the fabric is stretched to its absolute limit, glossy and hot. You rub, feeling the friction between your hand and the silk, between the silk and her flesh—a wordless conquest of sensation and the sound of fabric being overcome.
Album NO.197
3 Gems
Description
Your hand cannot resist the flow of gleaming gold satin calling out from the white bedsheets. Press your entire palm onto the taut surface, feeling the smoothness and the warmth radiating from the perfectly round ass. Grip hard, dig your fingers deep, kneading the precious silk, causing it to wrinkle with every squeeze. The rustling sound of the fabric rises like a faint protest. Your thumb traces the central seam, pressing deep into the cleft of her ass, where the fabric is stretched to its absolute limit, glossy and hot. You rub, feeling the friction between your hand and the silk, between the silk and her flesh—a wordless conquest of sensation and the sound of fabric being overcome.
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