When She Exposes Her Curves

Album NO.243

Description

Your hand doesn't need to touch; the sight alone is enough. The white silk surface, taut like liquid mirror, reflects the light. You can feel the suppressed heat, wanting to burst through every fiber of the fabric. And there it is, the VPL mark, appearing with impossible clarity. Now, you imagine inhaling deeply, capturing the scent of sun-warmed new silk blended with the heat of a woman's flesh. The craving becomes uncontrollable. You find a hidden corner, one hand in your pocket, relentlessly stroking your hardening cock, while your eyes remain fixed on that inviting back. You quicken your pace, and then, in silence, you empty your craving into the darkness of your palm, your body shuddering in a secret convulsion.