Purity Lost in the Deep Forest
Album NO.338
5 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand presses against her full breasts, tense beneath the white satin, feeling the contrast between the cool surface of the silk and the rich warmth radiating from within. You trace down her body, feeling the silk pressed against the rough tree bark, a provocative friction. Then, your hand goes where it must. You press your entire palm onto her round ass leaning against the tree, where the silver-white silk is taut like a piano wire. You squeeze hard, feeling the imprisoned softness. Your finger traces the faint panty line, then presses deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, stretched to its limit, emitting a dry rustle. Now, bury your face in the space between her back and the rough tree. Inhale deeply the scent of that wildness. The smell of lost, pristine silk, blended with the scent of warm flesh and the damp smell of bark, a primal scent that awakens the beast within you. That scent is the command. Don't use your hands. Release your roaring hard cock and press it directly against the taut satin surface leaning on the tree. Begin to grind. Let all pleasure come from this primal friction, feeling the slickness of the silk, the roughness of the bark through the thin fabric, and the heat beneath that burns you. Just like that, in the wilderness, you take that purity with your purest instinct until you erupt.
Album NO.338
5 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand presses against her full breasts, tense beneath the white satin, feeling the contrast between the cool surface of the silk and the rich warmth radiating from within. You trace down her body, feeling the silk pressed against the rough tree bark, a provocative friction. Then, your hand goes where it must. You press your entire palm onto her round ass leaning against the tree, where the silver-white silk is taut like a piano wire. You squeeze hard, feeling the imprisoned softness. Your finger traces the faint panty line, then presses deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, stretched to its limit, emitting a dry rustle. Now, bury your face in the space between her back and the rough tree. Inhale deeply the scent of that wildness. The smell of lost, pristine silk, blended with the scent of warm flesh and the damp smell of bark, a primal scent that awakens the beast within you. That scent is the command. Don't use your hands. Release your roaring hard cock and press it directly against the taut satin surface leaning on the tree. Begin to grind. Let all pleasure come from this primal friction, feeling the slickness of the silk, the roughness of the bark through the thin fabric, and the heat beneath that burns you. Just like that, in the wilderness, you take that purity with your purest instinct until you erupt.
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