When the Deep Blue Sky Meets the Moonlight
Album NO.368
15 Gems
Description
The slender back wrapped in gleaming royal blue silk is just the prelude. Your invisible hand slams down where her round ass is pressed firmly against the leather chair. You immediately feel the intense contrast: the searing heat of flesh against the coolness of the leather, and in between, the silver silk being sweetly tortured. You squeeze hard, stretching the fabric to its breaking point, revealing the faint outline of her underwear. You trace the cleft of her ass, pressing even harder. This tactile torture demands a scent to be complete. You lean in, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of surrender: the pure smell of silver silk blended with the warm scent of trapped flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your hard cock. No hands needed. You press it directly against the silver silk that's crushed against the leather chair, and begin to grind. Feel the slickness of silk, the cool smoothness of the leather, and the softness of flesh tormenting your cock all at once. That contrast is hell, is heaven, is all you need. You grind frantically, until you roar and erupt, leaving your mark on the completely conquered moonlight.
Album NO.368
15 Gems
Description
The slender back wrapped in gleaming royal blue silk is just the prelude. Your invisible hand slams down where her round ass is pressed firmly against the leather chair. You immediately feel the intense contrast: the searing heat of flesh against the coolness of the leather, and in between, the silver silk being sweetly tortured. You squeeze hard, stretching the fabric to its breaking point, revealing the faint outline of her underwear. You trace the cleft of her ass, pressing even harder. This tactile torture demands a scent to be complete. You lean in, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of surrender: the pure smell of silver silk blended with the warm scent of trapped flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your hard cock. No hands needed. You press it directly against the silver silk that's crushed against the leather chair, and begin to grind. Feel the slickness of silk, the cool smoothness of the leather, and the softness of flesh tormenting your cock all at once. That contrast is hell, is heaven, is all you need. You grind frantically, until you roar and erupt, leaving your mark on the completely conquered moonlight.
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