When Purity Meets Desire
Album NO.371
7 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides over the pure white silk, feeling her tense breasts, then slides down her slender waist. The final destination, where heaven and hell intersect, is her round ass wrapped in royal gold satin. You slam your entire palm down, feeling the heat of her flesh against the coolness of the 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 the cleft of her ass, hearing the dry rustle. The madness of touch demands a scent to be complete. You lean in, inhaling deeply right over that sinful boundary, swallowing the scent of imprisoned purity: the pure smell of new silk blended with the warm scent of flesh. That scent is permission. You pull out your hard cock. You want to turn this Paris dream into a soiled reality. You press it directly against the glossy surface and begin to grind frantically, turning the declaration into action, then erupt your entire victory onto it, leaving a wet, undeniable mark on the kingdom of gold silk.
Album NO.371
7 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides over the pure white silk, feeling her tense breasts, then slides down her slender waist. The final destination, where heaven and hell intersect, is her round ass wrapped in royal gold satin. You slam your entire palm down, feeling the heat of her flesh against the coolness of the 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 the cleft of her ass, hearing the dry rustle. The madness of touch demands a scent to be complete. You lean in, inhaling deeply right over that sinful boundary, swallowing the scent of imprisoned purity: the pure smell of new silk blended with the warm scent of flesh. That scent is permission. You pull out your hard cock. You want to turn this Paris dream into a soiled reality. You press it directly against the glossy surface and begin to grind frantically, turning the declaration into action, then erupt your entire victory onto it, leaving a wet, undeniable mark on the kingdom of gold silk.
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