The Final Limit of Innocence

Album NO.275

Description

Your hand, even if only in your mind, has already crossed all distances, pressing fully against the white silk stretched proudly on the stone slab. You feel the initial coolness, then the searing heat of the flesh compressed beneath. And there, the sweet line of her panties appears, a public secret inviting violation. Now, let the wind bring you the scent of sin. Inhale deeply. You'll smell the sun, the grass, mingled with her elegant perfume and the warm scent of her skin, a forbidden fragrance that only you can perceive. That scent is permission. One of your invisible hands continues to trace forcefully along the sinful line, while with your other hand, you secretly seek release. You grip your hard cock and pleasure yourself in silence. Your climax arrives as an internal convulsion, a silent explosion while your eyes remain fixed on that satin masterpiece. You have used your sin to assert sovereignty over that innocence, right in broad daylight.