The flow of silver satin
Album NO.21
4 Gems
Description
You stand before her, mesmerized by the flow of liquid silver satin. Your hand glides over her crossed thighs, feeling the fabric's surface, slick and cool as metal, yet with the warmth of her flesh radiating from beneath. You lean in, pressing your nose to her crotch where the fabric is stretched tightest, inhaling deeply to capture the scent of her clean body mingled with the unique fragrance of silk. This perfection is unbearable. While one hand ceaselessly caresses the glossy fabric, your other hand begins to pleasure yourself, and then you erupt in a wave of ecstasy, your mind left with only the cool sensation of silk and that haunting scent.
Album NO.21
4 Gems
Description
You stand before her, mesmerized by the flow of liquid silver satin. Your hand glides over her crossed thighs, feeling the fabric's surface, slick and cool as metal, yet with the warmth of her flesh radiating from beneath. You lean in, pressing your nose to her crotch where the fabric is stretched tightest, inhaling deeply to capture the scent of her clean body mingled with the unique fragrance of silk. This perfection is unbearable. While one hand ceaselessly caresses the glossy fabric, your other hand begins to pleasure yourself, and then you erupt in a wave of ecstasy, your mind left with only the cool sensation of silk and that haunting scent.
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