Imprisoned Beauty
Album NO.327
5 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand begins on her back, covered in shimmering lilac silk, feeling the weave of the fabric, its softness and sheen in the dim light. The journey doesn't stop, sliding down to where her round ass is pressed firmly onto the stool, causing the silver-white silk to stretch to its utmost, reflecting the light in mesmerizing mottled streaks. You press your entire palm, feeling the heat of her flesh through the cool fabric. You squeeze hard, suffocatingly, the silk wrinkling in your hand then stretching taut again, emitting a dry rustle. Your finger traces the deeply etched underwear line, a revealed secret, then presses hard into the cleft, where the fabric is hottest, tightest, and completely surrendered. Now, bury your face right there. Inhale deeply the scent of imprisoned beauty. You'll smell the pristine new silk, blended with the warm, private scent of the flesh pressed beneath. That scent is the key that unlocks instinct's cage. One hand relentlessly crumples and squeezes the mass of silk, feeling the soft resistance of flesh through the fabric. With the other, you take your cock and satisfy yourself. All pleasure converges, half from the friction on your cock, half from the possessive feeling in your palm, until you roar, climax erupting as you feel the crumpled silk in your hand at the final moment of release.
Album NO.327
5 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand begins on her back, covered in shimmering lilac silk, feeling the weave of the fabric, its softness and sheen in the dim light. The journey doesn't stop, sliding down to where her round ass is pressed firmly onto the stool, causing the silver-white silk to stretch to its utmost, reflecting the light in mesmerizing mottled streaks. You press your entire palm, feeling the heat of her flesh through the cool fabric. You squeeze hard, suffocatingly, the silk wrinkling in your hand then stretching taut again, emitting a dry rustle. Your finger traces the deeply etched underwear line, a revealed secret, then presses hard into the cleft, where the fabric is hottest, tightest, and completely surrendered. Now, bury your face right there. Inhale deeply the scent of imprisoned beauty. You'll smell the pristine new silk, blended with the warm, private scent of the flesh pressed beneath. That scent is the key that unlocks instinct's cage. One hand relentlessly crumples and squeezes the mass of silk, feeling the soft resistance of flesh through the fabric. With the other, you take your cock and satisfy yourself. All pleasure converges, half from the friction on your cock, half from the possessive feeling in your palm, until you roar, climax erupting as you feel the crumpled silk in your hand at the final moment of release.
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