Silence Torn Apart by Desire

Album NO.337

Description

Your invisible hand begins at her full breasts, tense beneath the ivory satin, feeling the heat radiate. Then your hand slides down her slender waist, tracing the daring slit, touching the inviting skin before reaching the final target. You press your entire palm onto her ass, pushed out proudly, where the silver-white silk is stretched like a violin string. You squeeze gently then grip tightly, feeling the soft resilience. Your finger traces the faint underwear line, a secret revealed, then presses deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, emitting a secret rustle. Now, bury your face in that mass of silk. Inhale deeply the scent of defiance, the smell of pristine silk blended with the rich scent of flesh screaming to be conquered. That scent is the detonator. You don't hesitate, unleashing your roaring hard cock, pressing it directly against that proud ass. You grind, not to enjoy, but to punish that invitation. The silence is torn apart by the frantic rustle of silk and your own ragged breaths. Finally, you erupt, a white torrent soiling the purity of the silk, turning it into evidence of her surrender to your desire.