The Unspoken Invitation

Album NO.360

Description

This submissive pose is an undeniable invitation. Ignoring the rippling teal silk top, your target is crystal clear. Your palm slams down on her ass, wrapped in royal gold silk and stretched to its limit. The fabric is glossy and slick, but it cannot hide the searing heat and deadly curves beneath. You squeeze hard, feeling the fabric yield, digging deep into the soft flesh, revealing the faint outline of the hidden secret within. A dry rustle sounds out as you trace deep into the cleft of her ass. The craving for the scent of this submission becomes uncontrollable. You lean down, swallowing the scent compressed to its peak: the luxurious smell of gold silk blended with the scent of warm, trapped flesh. That scent is the death sentence for reason. There is no more time. You whip out your roaring cock and erupt immediately onto that gleaming golden surface. A fleeting explosion, soiling the royal pride, turning the invitation into a secret trophy in broad daylight.