The Craving for Glossy Pink Silk Pants
Album NO.223
10 Gems
Description
The glossy pink of the satin pants is like a flame searing your sanity. You kneel, pressing your hand directly onto the smooth, cool surface. You grip tightly, five fingers digging into the soft flesh through the fabric, tracing the curve from hip to thigh. Your index finger follows the seam, sliding toward the hidden triangle. Now, bury your face right into that taut triangular zone. Inhale deeply, taking in the scent of new silk blended with the primal aroma of a woman's body, a scent that makes you lose control. You pull back slightly, freeing your rigid cock. Without hesitation, you rub it against the slippery pink silk surface, right on the scorching crotch area. The friction is sweet torture, and you growl as you erupt your entire craving onto it, turning the pink silk into a stained trophy.
Album NO.223
10 Gems
Description
The glossy pink of the satin pants is like a flame searing your sanity. You kneel, pressing your hand directly onto the smooth, cool surface. You grip tightly, five fingers digging into the soft flesh through the fabric, tracing the curve from hip to thigh. Your index finger follows the seam, sliding toward the hidden triangle. Now, bury your face right into that taut triangular zone. Inhale deeply, taking in the scent of new silk blended with the primal aroma of a woman's body, a scent that makes you lose control. You pull back slightly, freeing your rigid cock. Without hesitation, you rub it against the slippery pink silk surface, right on the scorching crotch area. The friction is sweet torture, and you growl as you erupt your entire craving onto it, turning the pink silk into a stained trophy.
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