The Obsession Named the Sheer White Ao Dai
Album NO.382
2 Gems
Description
Your hand doesn't touch hastily, but glides past her breasts, tense and discreet behind the white fabric. This fabric is too thin, it hides nothing; you can clearly see the shadow of her bra. You slide down her slender waist, then stop where her hip rests on the table. The white silk is stretched to its limit, turning into a hazy, sheer film, provocatively revealing the curve of her ass and the panty line. You gently press your fingertips into the tightest area of the fabric, feeling the soft, warm flesh. Then you stroke firmly, leaving an invisible mark. The visual obsession now demands a scent to be perfect. You lean in, pressing your nose into the sheer white silk on her back, swallowing the scent of fake purity: the pure smell of silk, a hint of perfume, and the warm flesh beneath. That scent is a command. One hand relentlessly traces the VPL, gently crumpling the thin silk, feeling it go limp under your fingers. With the other hand, you free your cock, beginning to move to the rhythm of your exploration. Satisfaction surges, not just from your cock, but from the feeling of conquering that hazy secret in the moment you erupt.
Album NO.382
2 Gems
Description
Your hand doesn't touch hastily, but glides past her breasts, tense and discreet behind the white fabric. This fabric is too thin, it hides nothing; you can clearly see the shadow of her bra. You slide down her slender waist, then stop where her hip rests on the table. The white silk is stretched to its limit, turning into a hazy, sheer film, provocatively revealing the curve of her ass and the panty line. You gently press your fingertips into the tightest area of the fabric, feeling the soft, warm flesh. Then you stroke firmly, leaving an invisible mark. The visual obsession now demands a scent to be perfect. You lean in, pressing your nose into the sheer white silk on her back, swallowing the scent of fake purity: the pure smell of silk, a hint of perfume, and the warm flesh beneath. That scent is a command. One hand relentlessly traces the VPL, gently crumpling the thin silk, feeling it go limp under your fingers. With the other hand, you free your cock, beginning to move to the rhythm of your exploration. Satisfaction surges, not just from your cock, but from the feeling of conquering that hazy secret in the moment you erupt.
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