Pretended Innocence
Album NO.367
6 Gems
Description
The pristine white mattress only serves as a backdrop for the two exploding colors. Your invisible hand doesn't wait, pressing directly onto her round ass wrapped in royal gold silk. You immediately feel the slick, cool fabric and the searing heat of the flesh imprisoned beneath. You squeeze hard, stretching the silk taut, revealing the faint outline of the hidden secret more clearly. You trace deep into the cleft of her ass, creating a dry, raw rustle. The madness of touch demands the sense of smell to join in. You bury your face in that mass of gold silk, inhaling deeply to swallow the scent of innocence about to be defiled: the pure smell of new silk blended with the rich, warm scent of flesh. That scent is a declaration of war. You pull out your cock, press it directly against the glossy surface, and begin to grind. The friction between you and the gold silk is the act of tearing away the facade. You speed up, feeling the slickness and the heat beneath until you roar, erupting your entire instinct onto it, turning the pretended innocence into a soiled truth.
Album NO.367
6 Gems
Description
The pristine white mattress only serves as a backdrop for the two exploding colors. Your invisible hand doesn't wait, pressing directly onto her round ass wrapped in royal gold silk. You immediately feel the slick, cool fabric and the searing heat of the flesh imprisoned beneath. You squeeze hard, stretching the silk taut, revealing the faint outline of the hidden secret more clearly. You trace deep into the cleft of her ass, creating a dry, raw rustle. The madness of touch demands the sense of smell to join in. You bury your face in that mass of gold silk, inhaling deeply to swallow the scent of innocence about to be defiled: the pure smell of new silk blended with the rich, warm scent of flesh. That scent is a declaration of war. You pull out your cock, press it directly against the glossy surface, and begin to grind. The friction between you and the gold silk is the act of tearing away the facade. You speed up, feeling the slickness and the heat beneath until you roar, erupting your entire instinct onto it, turning the pretended innocence into a soiled truth.
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