The Calling Satin Imprint
Album NO.30
2 Gems
Description
You draw near, unable to resist that inviting pose. Your trembling hand presses against the satin surface stretched to its absolute limit over her ass. The fabric is cool and slick, but you can feel every hot curve beneath it, and more importantly, the unmistakable outline of her panties imprinted clearly. You lean down, burying your face in the small of her back, inhaling deeply the scent of grass mixed with the primal fragrance of her body and the satin. That imprint is a command. You pull out your erection, rubbing it against the taut surface where that sweet evidence of sin is most visible, then you roar and erupt, covering it with your hot fluid.
Album NO.30
2 Gems
Description
You draw near, unable to resist that inviting pose. Your trembling hand presses against the satin surface stretched to its absolute limit over her ass. The fabric is cool and slick, but you can feel every hot curve beneath it, and more importantly, the unmistakable outline of her panties imprinted clearly. You lean down, burying your face in the small of her back, inhaling deeply the scent of grass mixed with the primal fragrance of her body and the satin. That imprint is a command. You pull out your erection, rubbing it against the taut surface where that sweet evidence of sin is most visible, then you roar and erupt, covering it with your hot fluid.
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