A Beauty That Needs to be Conquered
Album NO.384
6 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides down her spine, feeling the dreamy lilac satin straining between her flesh and the rough tree bark. But reason can't hold on any longer. Your other hand presses directly onto her hip, crushed against the tree trunk. You feel the ultimate contrast: the warmth of flesh, the slickness of silver silk, and the roughness of bark. You press hard, forcing her round ass to fully display its curve under the fabric stretched to its breaking point. You squeeze hard, tracing the faint panty line. This tactile madness demands a scent for completion. You lean in, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of conquest: the smell of new silk, the rough scent of bark, and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your cock. No hands needed. This rough tree has become your tool of pleasure. You press it directly against the silver silk being crushed against the tree, and begin to grind frantically. Feel the slickness of silk and the roughness of bark tormenting your cock simultaneously until you roar and erupt, leaving your mark on the beauty that has been completely conquered.
Album NO.384
6 Gems
Description
Your invisible hand glides down her spine, feeling the dreamy lilac satin straining between her flesh and the rough tree bark. But reason can't hold on any longer. Your other hand presses directly onto her hip, crushed against the tree trunk. You feel the ultimate contrast: the warmth of flesh, the slickness of silver silk, and the roughness of bark. You press hard, forcing her round ass to fully display its curve under the fabric stretched to its breaking point. You squeeze hard, tracing the faint panty line. This tactile madness demands a scent for completion. You lean in, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of conquest: the smell of new silk, the rough scent of bark, and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your cock. No hands needed. This rough tree has become your tool of pleasure. You press it directly against the silver silk being crushed against the tree, and begin to grind frantically. Feel the slickness of silk and the roughness of bark tormenting your cock simultaneously until you roar and erupt, leaving your mark on the beauty that has been completely conquered.
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