The Curve That Challenges All Gazes

Album NO.244

Description

You can't resist. Your invisible palm presses against the mass of white silk, compressed tightly on the brick pavement, feeling the suffocating tension and the blazing heat of the flesh beneath. Your predatory eyes find it—the faint outline of her panties, a sinful boundary. You trace along it, pressing deep into the cleft of her ass where the silk is stretched to its limit. Now, in your mind, you lean lower, inhaling deeply from the fabric's surface. The scent of sun, of clean silk, and most importantly, the warm scent of a woman radiating from underneath, a primal concoction that strikes your instincts directly. The beast awakens. You step back, finding a hidden corner nearby, but your eyes never leave the target. Your cock is painfully hard. You pull it out, your hand moving frantically, eyes still locked on that defiant curve, and then you erupt, unleashing all your possession onto the cold ground, your mind still defiling that pristine white silk.