Don't Turn Back, Let Me Possess You

Album NO.357

Description

Her slender back, wrapped in gleaming royal blue silk, is just the prelude. The real target is her round ass perched on the cold stone, enveloped in tight white satin pants. Your invisible hand slams down without hesitation. You immediately feel the intense contrast: the searing heat of her flesh radiating through the fabric against the coldness of the stone. You squeeze tight, fingers digging in, pressing the soft mass of her ass hard against the stone, stretching the fabric to its breaking point, revealing the secret outline within more clearly. A dry rustle sounds out. The hunger for her scent explodes. You can't help but lean in, inhaling deeply right over the white satin surface, swallowing the scent of imprisoned purity, the smell of crisp new silk mixed with warm flesh. That scent is permission. You pull out your hard cock, press it directly against the glossy surface, and begin to grind. The friction between you and the white silk is a sentence. You want to see it punished. You speed up, feeling the slickness and the heat beneath until you can no longer hold back, then erupt your entire victory onto that purity, leaving a wet, undeniable mark.