Intoxication Named Tightly Stretched Silk Pants
Album NO.342
7 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand starts at her back, covered in glossy lilac silk. You slide down, following the curve of her spine, pausing at the inviting gap of her bare waist before advancing to the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, reigning over the plastic chair. The silver-white silk is stretched like a drumhead, displaying every curve. Rich warmth radiates. And there it is, the panty line etched with absolute clarity, an undeniable challenge. You squeeze and grip hard, feeling the resilience of the imprisoned flesh. You trace your finger along that sinful line, 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 mass of silver-white silk. Inhale deeply to complete the intoxication. You'll smell the pristine new silk, blended with the rich scent of the flesh imprisoned beneath. That scent is the final drug that shatters reason. One hand relentlessly crumples and crushes the mass of 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 friction on your cock, one from the possessive feeling in your palm. You roar as you erupt, the final satisfaction coming from feeling the crushed silk at the moment of climax.
Album NO.342
7 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand starts at her back, covered in glossy lilac silk. You slide down, following the curve of her spine, pausing at the inviting gap of her bare waist before advancing to the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, reigning over the plastic chair. The silver-white silk is stretched like a drumhead, displaying every curve. Rich warmth radiates. And there it is, the panty line etched with absolute clarity, an undeniable challenge. You squeeze and grip hard, feeling the resilience of the imprisoned flesh. You trace your finger along that sinful line, 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 mass of silver-white silk. Inhale deeply to complete the intoxication. You'll smell the pristine new silk, blended with the rich scent of the flesh imprisoned beneath. That scent is the final drug that shatters reason. One hand relentlessly crumples and crushes the mass of 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 friction on your cock, one from the possessive feeling in your palm. You roar as you erupt, the final satisfaction coming from feeling the crushed silk at the moment of climax.
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