A Secret Betrayed by a Layer of Fabric
Album NO.339
15 Gems
Description
The journey of possession begins at her full breasts, tense beneath the silver-white silk, provocatively reflecting the flash of light. Your invisible hand slides down her slender waist, gliding past the inviting gap of exposed skin, before advancing to the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, reigning over an ordinary plastic chair. The silk is stretched to its utmost limit, displaying every curve, even the panty line etched deep like a confession. You squeeze hard, crushing, feeling the imprisoned softness, the silk crumpling in your hand then smoothing out, emitting a dry, rustling friction. Now, lean down, press your nose right onto that confession. Inhale deeply the scent of betrayal, the smell of pristine new silk soiled by the rich scent of exposed flesh. That scent is the final verdict for your reason. One hand relentlessly crumples and crushes the mass of silver-white silk, feeling the soft resistance of flesh through the fabric. With the other, you take your cock and satisfy yourself. Pleasure rises from two sources: one from the slick friction on your cock, one from the possessive feeling of crumpling the fabric in your palm. You roar as you erupt, satisfaction coming from feeling the crushed silk in the final moment of climax.
Album NO.339
15 Gems
Description
The journey of possession begins at her full breasts, tense beneath the silver-white silk, provocatively reflecting the flash of light. Your invisible hand slides down her slender waist, gliding past the inviting gap of exposed skin, before advancing to the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, reigning over an ordinary plastic chair. The silk is stretched to its utmost limit, displaying every curve, even the panty line etched deep like a confession. You squeeze hard, crushing, feeling the imprisoned softness, the silk crumpling in your hand then smoothing out, emitting a dry, rustling friction. Now, lean down, press your nose right onto that confession. Inhale deeply the scent of betrayal, the smell of pristine new silk soiled by the rich scent of exposed flesh. That scent is the final verdict for your reason. One hand relentlessly crumples and crushes the mass of silver-white silk, feeling the soft resistance of flesh through the fabric. With the other, you take your cock and satisfy yourself. Pleasure rises from two sources: one from the slick friction on your cock, one from the possessive feeling of crumpling the fabric in your palm. You roar as you erupt, satisfaction coming from feeling the crushed silk in the final moment of climax.
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