When the Silence is Torn Apart

Album NO.310

Description

Your hand cannot wait. You start from the front, pressing lightly on her full breasts, taut under the lilac silk. The fabric is cool and slick, but it can't hide the intense heat from within. You gently trace your fingertip around the proudly imprinted nipple. Then, your hand glides down her slender waist, through the inviting slit of the tunic, before pressing fully onto her round ass, encased in tight white silk pants. You grip tightly, squeeze hard, and trace deep into the cleft, where the silk is stretched to its limit, emitting a lewd rustle. Now, bury your face into her lilac silk back, inhaling deeply the scent of silent provocation. Sweet perfume blends with new silk and warm flesh. That scent is the final invitation. One hand never leaves the white silk ass, continuing to crumple it, creating the sinful sound you crave. The other hand begins to satisfy yourself. Let your rhythm sync with the rustling of the fabric, letting pleasure build from both hands, one possessing, one pleasuring, until the silence is torn apart by your growl, and you erupt in ultimate possession.