A Serenade of Sun and Silk
Album NO.316
15 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides down her spine, feeling the smooth, cool peach silk embracing her hot body. You trace the slit, touching the inviting gap of bare skin before entering the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her provocatively arched ass, encased in matching silk pants stretched to the utmost. The warmth of her flesh spreads instantly. You squeeze tightly, feeling the soft flesh imprisoned beneath the thin fabric, your fingers digging deep to create glossy wrinkles. You trace the faint outline of the hidden secret within, then press deep into the cleft, where the silk emits a dry, secret, and lewd rustle. Now, press your face against it. Inhale deeply to complete the serenade. You'll smell the warm sun lingering on the silk's surface, blended with the sweet fragrance of her skin. That scent is the final invitation. One hand does not leave the prize, continuing to squeeze and crumple the peach silk. With the other, you free yourself. Your cock glides to the rustling rhythm of the silk your other hand is making. Pleasure rises from two sources, one from the raw friction, one from the feeling of possession in your palm, until you roar, erupting everything in the moment you feel the soft silk being crushed under your hand.
Album NO.316
15 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides down her spine, feeling the smooth, cool peach silk embracing her hot body. You trace the slit, touching the inviting gap of bare skin before entering the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her provocatively arched ass, encased in matching silk pants stretched to the utmost. The warmth of her flesh spreads instantly. You squeeze tightly, feeling the soft flesh imprisoned beneath the thin fabric, your fingers digging deep to create glossy wrinkles. You trace the faint outline of the hidden secret within, then press deep into the cleft, where the silk emits a dry, secret, and lewd rustle. Now, press your face against it. Inhale deeply to complete the serenade. You'll smell the warm sun lingering on the silk's surface, blended with the sweet fragrance of her skin. That scent is the final invitation. One hand does not leave the prize, continuing to squeeze and crumple the peach silk. With the other, you free yourself. Your cock glides to the rustling rhythm of the silk your other hand is making. Pleasure rises from two sources, one from the raw friction, one from the feeling of possession in your palm, until you roar, erupting everything in the moment you feel the soft silk being crushed under your hand.
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