Modesty is the Perfect Disguise

Album NO.301

Description

In broad daylight, silent possession is a sweet sin. Your invisible hand finds her breasts, cradled in pure white silk. You press gently, feeling the softness. Your hand doesn't stop, sliding down her waist, deliberately brushing past the inviting gap of bare skin, before landing on heaven on earth: her round ass pressed firmly against the stone bench. You squeeze, feeling its weight and plumpness. The white satin is stretched to its limit, shamelessly revealing the faint outline of her underwear — a secret provocatively exposed. You trace your finger along the cleft of her ass, an arrogant act of possession. Now, be more reckless. Lean down and take a deep breath right over that white silk surface. The scent of innocence heated by flesh, a scent so pure it becomes obscene. That scent is the final command. One hand continues in your imagination, tormenting that VPL outline, while the other secretly grips your cock. You begin to stimulate yourself, bringing yourself to the verge of eruption and then abruptly stopping, forcing reason to win. You look up, glance around, then deeply inhale that imaginary scent again, letting instinct roar back even stronger. Each repetition is a sweet torture, until reason completely shatters, and only then do you allow yourself to fall, erupting in silence, a secret victory in broad daylight.