The Limit of the Kneeling Pose
Album NO.212
10 Gems
Description
I can't take my eyes off the perfect curve of her hip, a full moon wrapped in pure, tight white silk. My trembling hand reaches out, pressing fully against the silk surface stretched to its absolute limit. My fingers trace the slit of the blue ao dai, finding the small opening at the waist, touching the hot bare skin before sliding down, pressing firmly onto the white silk. Now, turn that exploration into conquest. Bury your face in that white silk moon, inhale deeply to swallow the scent of tension, of new silk and a woman's flesh at its endurance limit. That scent is the command. Pull out your cock and press it directly where the silk is tightest. Start rubbing, let the friction on the fabric, tight as a guitar string, torment you until you can't take it anymore, then roar and erupt, releasing everything onto that sweet limit, proving that all limits are made to be broken by you.
Album NO.212
10 Gems
Description
I can't take my eyes off the perfect curve of her hip, a full moon wrapped in pure, tight white silk. My trembling hand reaches out, pressing fully against the silk surface stretched to its absolute limit. My fingers trace the slit of the blue ao dai, finding the small opening at the waist, touching the hot bare skin before sliding down, pressing firmly onto the white silk. Now, turn that exploration into conquest. Bury your face in that white silk moon, inhale deeply to swallow the scent of tension, of new silk and a woman's flesh at its endurance limit. That scent is the command. Pull out your cock and press it directly where the silk is tightest. Start rubbing, let the friction on the fabric, tight as a guitar string, torment you until you can't take it anymore, then roar and erupt, releasing everything onto that sweet limit, proving that all limits are made to be broken by you.
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