Challenging the Sun

Album NO.385

Description

Defying the invisible eyes, your hand acts. You press it directly onto her ass, straining in a submissive pose, provocatively encased in ivory-white silk pants. The fabric is cool and slick, but can't hide the searing heat. You grip tightly, five fingers digging in, squeezing hard until the taut silk strains and wrinkles. A dry, rustling friction sounds out. Your index finger traces the faint panty line, while your other palm rubs continuously over the silk surface. This tactile madness demands a scent for completion. You lean down, inhaling deeply, swallowing the scent of defiance: the smell of new silk warmed by the sun, mingled with the rich scent of trapped flesh. That scent is the last straw. The scorching friction has pushed you to the edge. You can't wait. You whip out your cock and erupt immediately onto that ivory surface, a fleeting surrender of instinct in the face of the sun, leaving a wet mark on her challenge.