The Fragile Boundary of Discretion

Album NO.283

Description

In broad daylight, your gaze is nailed to the mass of white silk stretched proudly on the park bench. Your invisible hand presses down, feeling the coolness of the fabric and the heat imprisoned beneath. But what shatters your reason is the faint outline of her panties, a secret betrayed by the thin fabric itself. You trace your finger along it, pressing lightly, feeling the subtle friction. Now, imagine you move closer. No one notices. You lean down, press your nose into the space just above the silk's surface and inhale deeply. The pure scent of new fabric mixed with the warmth of her skin, a hint of sun and grass, creates an opium only you can savor. That scent is the signal. Stealthily, you free your tense, hard cock. You rub it against your own palm, imagining you're grinding it against that silk. Then, press your nose to your palm, inhaling deeply the scent of her that has just been imprinted onto your skin. The mix of your scent and hers is the final catalyst, the irresistible push. You grip yourself tightly, letting the image of that taut, silk-clad ass and its forbidden scent drive you to climax in silent possession.