Don't Look Up, Just Stay There

Album NO.356

Description

This inviting pose is a public sin. Your invisible hand cannot resist. You start at her slender back, where the seams make the silver silk wrinkle artistically, then slide down. The final destination is her round ass, pushed to the absolute limit by the bending pose. The silver silk is stretched so tight it's almost transparent, gleaming like a metallic mirror. You slam your entire hand down, gripping tightly, feeling every hot curve, the faint outline of her panties. You squeeze harder, hearing the dry rustle. An addiction to her scent erupts uncontrollably. You can't help but lean down, inhaling deeply right over that taut, glossy surface. The cool, pure scent of silver silk blends with the primal scent of her flesh, compressed to the extreme. That scent is the final blow. There is no reason left. You whip out your cock and without a second of hesitation, erupt your entire instinct onto that silver mirror. A hot, thick stream soils the perfection, turning a public provocation into a secret trophy, a secret that belongs only to you.