A Strange Flower Blooms on the Green Grass

Album NO.381

Description

The lush green grass and bright sunlight are just a cover for your dark desires. Your invisible hand doesn't hesitate, pressing directly onto the round ass swelling defiantly under the silver silk. The fabric's surface is cool, glossy like liquid metal, but it can't hide the searing heat of the flesh beneath. You grip tight, digging your five fingers in. You crumple it, making the glossy satin wrinkle for a moment, creating a dry, rustling sound—a lewd noise out of place amidst the birdsong. Your index finger traces the fully exposed panty line. The madness of touch demands a scent to be complete. You can't help but lean down, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of sinful exposure: the pure smell of new silk, the scent of damp grass, and the warm scent of trapped flesh. That scent is the detonator. Reason vanishes. You whip out your roaring cock and erupt immediately onto that silver flower. A fleeting explosion, leaving a wet, sticky mark on the green grass, a strange flower that has just bloomed only for you.