The Final Limit of Every Fiber
Album NO.373
10 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides over the pale lilac silk, feeling her tense breasts, then slides down her slender waist to find the kingdom of silver silk. You slam your entire palm onto her round ass, stretched to its utmost limit by the kneeling pose. The glossy fabric reveals every detail of the panty line within—a sinful boundary inviting trespass. You squeeze hard, pressing the soft flesh against the fiery red surface, hearing the dry rustle of tortured silk. That symphony needs a scent to be perfect. You lean in, inhaling deeply right over that sinful boundary, swallowing the scent of surrender: the cool smell of silver silk blended with 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 silver silk that's crushed against the fiery red surface, and begin to grind. Feel the slickness of silk, the heat of the red surface, 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 silver silk.
Album NO.373
10 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides over the pale lilac silk, feeling her tense breasts, then slides down her slender waist to find the kingdom of silver silk. You slam your entire palm onto her round ass, stretched to its utmost limit by the kneeling pose. The glossy fabric reveals every detail of the panty line within—a sinful boundary inviting trespass. You squeeze hard, pressing the soft flesh against the fiery red surface, hearing the dry rustle of tortured silk. That symphony needs a scent to be perfect. You lean in, inhaling deeply right over that sinful boundary, swallowing the scent of surrender: the cool smell of silver silk blended with 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 silver silk that's crushed against the fiery red surface, and begin to grind. Feel the slickness of silk, the heat of the red surface, 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 silver silk.
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