Tonight There Will Be No More Secrets
Album NO.363
15 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides down her spine, feeling every gleaming fold of the pale lilac silk. But the real target lies below, where the silver silk reveals an unhideable secret. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, feeling the intense heat through the cool fabric. You squeeze hard, stretching the fabric to its breaking point, revealing the deeply indented panty line within more clearly than ever—a sinful boundary. You trace along that boundary, then slide deep into the cleft of her ass where the silk is tightest. This tactile obsession demands a scent for completion. You lean down, inhaling deeply right over that VPL line, swallowing the scent of a secret about to be exposed: the pure smell of silver silk blended with the warm scent of trapped flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your cock. No hands needed. You want to feel the rawest truth. You press it directly against that sinful line, through the silver silk, and begin to grind. Feel the edge of her underwear rubbing against your cock, feel the slickness of satin and the heat beneath. Every thrust is a secret being trampled, until there are no secrets left, only your surrender and a hot stream of seed erupting, ending the night.
Album NO.363
15 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides down her spine, feeling every gleaming fold of the pale lilac silk. But the real target lies below, where the silver silk reveals an unhideable secret. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, feeling the intense heat through the cool fabric. You squeeze hard, stretching the fabric to its breaking point, revealing the deeply indented panty line within more clearly than ever—a sinful boundary. You trace along that boundary, then slide deep into the cleft of her ass where the silk is tightest. This tactile obsession demands a scent for completion. You lean down, inhaling deeply right over that VPL line, swallowing the scent of a secret about to be exposed: the pure smell of silver silk blended with the warm scent of trapped flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your cock. No hands needed. You want to feel the rawest truth. You press it directly against that sinful line, through the silver silk, and begin to grind. Feel the edge of her underwear rubbing against your cock, feel the slickness of satin and the heat beneath. Every thrust is a secret being trampled, until there are no secrets left, only your surrender and a hot stream of seed erupting, ending the night.
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