When All Eyes Are Focused in One Direction

Album NO.378

Description

On the lush green grass, this kneeling, offering pose is a public sin. Your invisible hand slams down on her round ass, cruelly encased in silver silk pants. The fabric is stretched to its absolute limit, revealing every detail of the panty line within—a sinful boundary you must cross. You grip tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh through the thin silk, feeling the searing heat. You rub forcefully, hearing the dry rustle. The madness of touch demands a scent to be complete. You lean down, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of offering: the pure smell of new silk, the scent of green grass, and the warm scent of trapped flesh. That scent is the detonator. Reason has no value anymore. You whip out your roaring cock and erupt immediately onto that offered flower. A fleeting explosion, soiling the purity of the silver silk, turning a public sin into a secret trophy.