The Silk Statue in the Green Garden

Album NO.269

Description

In the quiet of the park, your eyes are nailed to the mass of white silk stretched proudly over the stone slab. Your hand, in your mind, is already pressed against it, feeling the stark contrast between the fabric's coolness and the searing heat beneath. The panty line appears faintly, an invitation to a predator like you. Now, get closer, close enough not to be detected. Press your nose into the space right behind her and inhale deeply. You'll smell the new silk, a hint of grass, and most importantly, the warm, primal scent of a woman radiating through the fabric. It's the scent of prey. That scent is confirmation. You silently unleash your hard cock. Not to erupt, but to mark. You rub it against the taut silk surface, a silent act of possession, leaving your invisible mark on this territory. Then, you inhale that scent one more time, using it as the final catalyst to push you to the edge, releasing your entire predatory instinct in silence, turning her into your unknowing prize.