Purity Compressed

Album NO.277

Description

Your gaze is nailed to that spot, where the round ass is squeezed and divided by the cold metal bar. The white silk is stretched to its absolute limit, glossy like liquid mirror. Your invisible hand presses down, feeling the ultimate contrast: the cold of the metal, the heat of the compressed flesh, and the slickness of the satin. Now, let the wind bring you the scent of that contrast. Inhale deeply. You'll smell the cold metal, the warm sun, mingled with the primal scent of flesh squeezed beneath the silk. That scent is a command. One of your invisible hands still traces along the violated cleft, 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 compressed purity. You have used your secret sin to stamp your dominance upon it.