The Silence Torn Apart by the Pose

Album NO.318

Description

In broad daylight, your invisible hand still finds its way. You glide down her spine, feeling the smooth ivory-white silk, then trace the slit to touch the inviting gap of her bare waist. And then, you press your entire palm onto her ass, straining in a challenging squat. The white silk is stretched to its utmost, fully displaying the taut shape and the faint VPL within. Intense warmth radiates. You squeeze hard, feeling the resilience of the imprisoned flesh, then press deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, taut like a violin string, and emits a dry, obsessive rustle. Now, act fast. Lean down, pretending to look at something on the ground, and take a quick breath of that defiant scent. The smell of new silk, warm flesh, and the open air. That scent is the starting pistol. There's no time for hesitation. You stealthily pull out your roaring hard cock. A few hurried strokes, concentrating all possession into one moment, and you erupt your entire instinct onto that challenging, stretched white silk. An act that tears the silence apart, turning her provocation into your soiled spoil of war.