When the Pose Becomes a Plea
Album NO.326
15 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand begins its journey on her full breasts, tense beneath the silver-white satin. The fabric's surface is cool and slick, but it can't hide the searing heat and the proudly defined nipple outline. And then, your hand slides down, not ignoring the inviting slit of the ao dai, where bare skin is a gateway to the promised land of the silk pants. You press your entire palm onto her arching ass, feeling the tightness of the fabric on her soft flesh. You squeeze hard, gripping tightly, the silk emitting a dry, frictional rustle. You trace the faint underwear line, then press deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, taut as a violin string, and completely surrendered. Now, bury your face in that surrender. Inhale deeply the scent of the unspoken plea: the smell of pristine new silk blended with the warm, private scent of her flesh. That scent is the final consent. Don't use your hands. Release your hard cock. Press it directly onto that taut satin surface, right over the cleft you just conquered. Begin to grind. Slowly, then faster. Let all pleasure come from this pure friction, feeling every slick, cool thread glide over your skin, feeling her body heat transfer through the thin layer of silk until you can't take it anymore and erupt, answering her plea with the most primal instinct.
Album NO.326
15 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand begins its journey on her full breasts, tense beneath the silver-white satin. The fabric's surface is cool and slick, but it can't hide the searing heat and the proudly defined nipple outline. And then, your hand slides down, not ignoring the inviting slit of the ao dai, where bare skin is a gateway to the promised land of the silk pants. You press your entire palm onto her arching ass, feeling the tightness of the fabric on her soft flesh. You squeeze hard, gripping tightly, the silk emitting a dry, frictional rustle. You trace the faint underwear line, then press deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, taut as a violin string, and completely surrendered. Now, bury your face in that surrender. Inhale deeply the scent of the unspoken plea: the smell of pristine new silk blended with the warm, private scent of her flesh. That scent is the final consent. Don't use your hands. Release your hard cock. Press it directly onto that taut satin surface, right over the cleft you just conquered. Begin to grind. Slowly, then faster. Let all pleasure come from this pure friction, feeling every slick, cool thread glide over your skin, feeling her body heat transfer through the thin layer of silk until you can't take it anymore and erupt, answering her plea with the most primal instinct.
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