The Fatal Moment of Distraction

Album NO.282

Description

Your hand doesn't hesitate, pressing directly onto the golden territory stretched taut on the chair. The cool, slick sensation of the fabric contrasts sharply with the searing heat of the flesh squeezed beneath. You trace along the visible line of her underwear. Now, bury your face right there, where the silk is most compressed. Inhale deeply. You'll be drowned in the dense scent of a captive body, blended with the luxurious fragrance of silk and perhaps even the leather of the chair, a primal and powerful mixture. That scent is the starting gun. You pull out your boiling cock. Press the head against the shimmering yellow silk surface, right over the forbidden line, and begin to grind. Feel the hypnotic slickness, hear the rustle right by your ear, and when you can no longer hold back, erupt your entire instinct onto it, turning the golden territory into a battlefield conquered by your white.