Reflection of Desire on White Satin
Album NO.341
5 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand starts at her back, covered in a white ao dai with subtle patterns, feeling the softness and rich warmth radiating. You slide down, tracing the slit where skin is invitingly revealed, before entering the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, straining on the cold floor. The cool, silver-white silk surface contrasts sharply with the warmth from within, reflecting the light lewdly. You squeeze and grip hard. And there it is, the panty line etched with absolute clarity, an undeniable challenge. You trace it with your finger, then press deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, stretched to its limit, emitting a dry rustle. Now, bury your face in that very challenge. Inhale deeply the scent of exposure, the smell of pristine new silk sullied by the rich scent of offered flesh. That scent is the final declaration of war. You don't hesitate, unleashing your roaring hard cock, pressing it directly against the satin ass that reflects your desire and grinding furiously. That reflection shatters under your domination. And then, you erupt, turning that reflective surface into a cloudy mirror soiled by your victory.
Album NO.341
5 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand starts at her back, covered in a white ao dai with subtle patterns, feeling the softness and rich warmth radiating. You slide down, tracing the slit where skin is invitingly revealed, before entering the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, straining on the cold floor. The cool, silver-white silk surface contrasts sharply with the warmth from within, reflecting the light lewdly. You squeeze and grip hard. And there it is, the panty line etched with absolute clarity, an undeniable challenge. You trace it with your finger, then press deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, stretched to its limit, emitting a dry rustle. Now, bury your face in that very challenge. Inhale deeply the scent of exposure, the smell of pristine new silk sullied by the rich scent of offered flesh. That scent is the final declaration of war. You don't hesitate, unleashing your roaring hard cock, pressing it directly against the satin ass that reflects your desire and grinding furiously. That reflection shatters under your domination. And then, you erupt, turning that reflective surface into a cloudy mirror soiled by your victory.
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