The Perfect Target is Revealed

Album NO.380

Description

In broad daylight, she becomes the perfect target. Your invisible hand slams down on her round ass perched on the stone pedestal, where the light purple satin pants are stretched almost to transparency. You feel the full, insane contrast: the searing heat of her flesh radiating out against the coldness of the stone. The glossy, slick fabric reveals every detail of the panty line within—a sinful boundary you must cross. You squeeze hard, pressing the soft flesh against the hard surface, hearing the dry rustle of tortured silk. The madness of touch needs a scent to be complete. You can't help but lean down, inhaling deeply right over the lilac satin surface, swallowing the scent of exposure: the pure smell of new silk, a hint of sun, and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the detonator. Reason collapses. You whip out your cock and erupt immediately. A fleeting, uncontrollable explosion, soiling the perfect target, turning the sinful boundary into a wet trophy in broad daylight.