The Surrender of the Tightly Stretched Silk Pants
Album NO.320
5 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides down her stream of hair, slides down her slender back wrapped in dreamy lilac silk, then pauses at the small mole on her bare back. And then, you enter the forbidden territory. You press your entire palm onto her ass, as full as a round moon, where the silver-white silk is stretched taut like a drumhead. The cool surface of the fabric contrasts intensely with the deep warmth radiating from within. You squeeze hard, suffocatingly, feeling the imprisoned softness, the silk wrinkling in your hand. Your finger traces the faint underwear line, then presses deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, stretched to its limit. Now, bury your face in that mass of silver-white silk. Inhale deeply the scent of surrender, the smell of pristine silk blended with warm flesh. That scent is the final starting pistol. Don't use your hands. Release your roaring hard cock and press it directly against that glossy satin surface. Begin to grind, slowly at first, then faster. Let all pleasure come from the direct friction between you and the silk, feeling the slickness, the coolness, and the heat from beneath that slowly burns you, until the surrender of the silk is also the surrender of your reason, and you erupt your entire instinct onto it.
Album NO.320
5 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides down her stream of hair, slides down her slender back wrapped in dreamy lilac silk, then pauses at the small mole on her bare back. And then, you enter the forbidden territory. You press your entire palm onto her ass, as full as a round moon, where the silver-white silk is stretched taut like a drumhead. The cool surface of the fabric contrasts intensely with the deep warmth radiating from within. You squeeze hard, suffocatingly, feeling the imprisoned softness, the silk wrinkling in your hand. Your finger traces the faint underwear line, then presses deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, stretched to its limit. Now, bury your face in that mass of silver-white silk. Inhale deeply the scent of surrender, the smell of pristine silk blended with warm flesh. That scent is the final starting pistol. Don't use your hands. Release your roaring hard cock and press it directly against that glossy satin surface. Begin to grind, slowly at first, then faster. Let all pleasure come from the direct friction between you and the silk, feeling the slickness, the coolness, and the heat from beneath that slowly burns you, until the surrender of the silk is also the surrender of your reason, and you erupt your entire instinct onto it.
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