The Final Limit of Endurance

Album NO.245

Description

On the lush green grass, she kneels like a fallen angel, her entire existence seemingly devoured by the pure white satin stretched to its limit. Your hand, even in imagination, is scorching as you press it against that taut, round surface. You feel the coolness of the silk, the heat of her flesh, the whispering friction as you stroke it gently. And there, the forbidden VPL appears with undeniable clarity, a sweet confession the thin silk cannot hide. You trace it with your thumb, pressing deep into the cleft of her ass, where the fabric is pulled so tight it's about to rip. Now, press your face against it. Inhale deeply. You'll smell the pure fragrance of new satin, mingled with the sweet, warm scent of flesh radiating from beneath. That scent is the final catalyst, shattering your reason completely. Don't use your hands. Unsheathe your hard cock. Press it directly against the glossy surface of that satin ass and begin to grind. Slowly at first, then faster, let all your pleasure build from this pure friction, feeling every slick, cool thread glide over your skin, feeling her body heat transfer through the thin layer of silk until you can't take it anymore and erupt your entire being onto it.