When Pink Satin Meets White Silk

Album NO.369

Description

The slender back in pale pink silk is just the prelude. The real target is her round ass perched on a rough wooden log, where the white satin pants are stretched to their limit. Your invisible hand slams down, immediately feeling the intense contrast: the searing heat of flesh against the rough, splintery surface of the wood, all transmitted through the taut white silk. You squeeze hard, stretching the fabric to its breaking point, revealing the secret outline within more clearly. 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 white silk surface, swallowing the scent of contrast: the pure smell of new silk, the rustic smell of wood, and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your hard cock. No hands needed. You press it directly against the white silk that's crushed against the log, and begin to grind. Feel the slickness of silk, the roughness of wood, 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 white silk.