Moonlight Melting in Broad Daylight

Album NO.362

Description

Your invisible hand needs no permission. You glide it over her full breasts, tense under the cool silver silk, then slide down her slender waist. But the main course is below. You press your entire palm onto her round ass perched on the stone pedestal, feeling the heat of her flesh contrasting with the cold cement. The silk is stretched so tight it's almost transparent, revealing every detail of the panty line within. You squeeze hard, pressing the soft flesh against the hard surface, making the silk scream in silence and emit a dry, lewd rustle only you can hear. The madness of touch demands a scent to be complete. You lean down, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of contrast: the pure smell of new silk, a hint of sun, and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the detonator. Reason ceases to exist. You whip out your cock, no friction needed, only release. You erupt everything onto that silver silk, letting your hot seed melt on the moon-like glossy surface, turning purity into a soiled trophy in broad daylight.