When Ice Meets Hidden Fire
Album NO.246
10 Gems
Description
Your hand doesn't hesitate, pressing directly onto the mass of white silk stretched taut like a piano wire. The fabric's surface is cool and slick, but it can't stop the searing heat of the flesh imprisoned beneath. But the thing that melts your reason is this: the forbidden VPL, appearing with cruel sharpness, a sweet confession the satin accidentally reveals. Your trembling finger traces along that sinful outline, pressing gently then deeper, hearing the dry, hypnotic rustle. Now, lean down, press your nose right where your finger just explored. Inhale deeply, filling your lungs with the scent of ice and fire: the pure, cold fragrance of high-end silk mingled with the primal, warm, and inviting scent of her flesh. That scent is a command. One of your hands continues to torture the VPL line, while the other grips your hard cock. You stimulate yourself to the brink, until the feeling of an impending eruption becomes uncontrollable... then you stop. You inhale that scent deeply again, letting this sweet torture push your desire to new heights. Repeat. Torment yourself with this tension, until you can no longer bear it, only then do you allow yourself to roar and explode, soiling this pristine fantasy with your victory.
Album NO.246
10 Gems
Description
Your hand doesn't hesitate, pressing directly onto the mass of white silk stretched taut like a piano wire. The fabric's surface is cool and slick, but it can't stop the searing heat of the flesh imprisoned beneath. But the thing that melts your reason is this: the forbidden VPL, appearing with cruel sharpness, a sweet confession the satin accidentally reveals. Your trembling finger traces along that sinful outline, pressing gently then deeper, hearing the dry, hypnotic rustle. Now, lean down, press your nose right where your finger just explored. Inhale deeply, filling your lungs with the scent of ice and fire: the pure, cold fragrance of high-end silk mingled with the primal, warm, and inviting scent of her flesh. That scent is a command. One of your hands continues to torture the VPL line, while the other grips your hard cock. You stimulate yourself to the brink, until the feeling of an impending eruption becomes uncontrollable... then you stop. You inhale that scent deeply again, letting this sweet torture push your desire to new heights. Repeat. Torment yourself with this tension, until you can no longer bear it, only then do you allow yourself to roar and explode, soiling this pristine fantasy with your victory.
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