When White Satin Betrays Its Master

Album NO.349

Description

Your invisible hand starts on her back, covered by a thin, almost transparent white ao dai that fails to hide the outline of her bra. You slide down, following the slit where bare skin calls out, before entering the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, writhing on the cold floor. The silver-white silk surface, cool and shimmering like liquid moonlight, contrasts intensely with the heat radiating from within. You squeeze hard. And there it is, the VPL, stark and clear. You trace the sinful outline with your finger, pressing deep into the cleft where the fabric is scorching hot, emitting a dry rustle. Now, lower yourself, bury your face in that mass of silver-white silk. Inhale the scent of betrayal: the pure fragrance of high-end silk failing to mask the raw, warm scent of the flesh beneath. That scent is the final verdict. One of your hands relentlessly crumples the treacherous silk, feeling the soft resistance of her ass through the fabric. With the other hand, you satisfy yourself, your cock gliding in your lubrication to the rhythm of the rustling silk. Pleasure rises from two sources: one from the friction on your cock, one from the feeling of possession in your palm, until you roar and erupt, satisfaction coming from feeling the crumpled silk in the final moment of climax.