The Symphony of Two Conquering Silks
Album NO.383
5 Gems
Description
The glossy wood floor is just a mirror reflecting her offering. Your hand doesn't start at the main target, but glides down her slender back, feeling the smooth, cool, deep blue satin. But then reason can't hold back. You press your entire palm onto her ass, straining and accentuated by high heels. The silver silk stretches like liquid metal, fully displaying every contour and the sinful panty line. You squeeze hard, five fingers digging into the soft flesh through the fabric. You grind, creating a dry, lewd rustle. This tactile possession demands a scent for completion. You lean down, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of submission: the smell of new silk, a hint of perfume, and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your cock. No hands needed. You press it directly against that silver silk mass, taut as a drumhead, and begin to grind frantically. Feel the slickness of satin, the resistance of her body, and the spreading heat. Every thrust is a lewd rustle, until the symphony reaches its crescendo and you erupt, leaving your mark on that perfect score.
Album NO.383
5 Gems
Description
The glossy wood floor is just a mirror reflecting her offering. Your hand doesn't start at the main target, but glides down her slender back, feeling the smooth, cool, deep blue satin. But then reason can't hold back. You press your entire palm onto her ass, straining and accentuated by high heels. The silver silk stretches like liquid metal, fully displaying every contour and the sinful panty line. You squeeze hard, five fingers digging into the soft flesh through the fabric. You grind, creating a dry, lewd rustle. This tactile possession demands a scent for completion. You lean down, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of submission: the smell of new silk, a hint of perfume, and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your cock. No hands needed. You press it directly against that silver silk mass, taut as a drumhead, and begin to grind frantically. Feel the slickness of satin, the resistance of her body, and the spreading heat. Every thrust is a lewd rustle, until the symphony reaches its crescendo and you erupt, leaving your mark on that perfect score.
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