Fragile Beauty That Needs to Be Stained

Album NO.311

Description

Even in broad daylight, your desire cannot be caged. Your invisible hand glides down her spine, feeling every trembling seam of the lilac satin. The warmth radiates, rich and provocative. Your hand slides down, where the tunic parts, and presses fully onto her ass, strained by the squatting pose. The silver-white silk is stretched to its utmost, displaying every full curve, even the faint outline of her panties appears like a challenge. You squeeze tight, tracing deep into the cleft where the fabric is tightest, feeling the heat and moisture slowly seeping through. Now, be reckless to the end. Lean down, press your nose into the space just above that silver-white silk mass. Inhale deeply. You'll smell the pristine scent of new silk, blended with the rich scent of flesh being heated by the taut pose and the sunlight. That scent is the detonator. Reason no longer exists. You stealthily release your roaring hard cock. No foreplay, no waiting. Just a few hurried strokes, concentrating all desire into it, then you erupt a hot stream of your essence onto that fragile beauty. The silver-white silk is now stained, becoming a trophy for your arrogant possession in broad daylight.