The Undercurrent Beneath the Golden Silk

Album NO.358

Description

This bending pose is an undeniable invitation. Ignoring the beckoning teal-clad back, your target is crystal clear: the gleaming golden mass, exposed in the rawest way possible. Your palm slams down, pressing hard against the ass stretched to its limit on the cold stone. You feel the full, insane contrast: the searing heat of flesh, the coldness of the stone, and the trembling gold satin in between. You grip tight, digging your fingers in, creating deep creases like scars of lust. Your index finger traces the cleft of her ass, where the silk is tightest. The urge to inhale the scent of this surrender becomes irresistible. You lean down, devouring the rich scent of golden silk and compressed flesh. That scent is the final push. Reason collapses. You whip out your rock-hard cock and without a second of hesitation, erupt your entire undercurrent onto that gleaming golden surface. A hot stream darkens the royal silk, turning the challenge into a soiled trophy.