Instinct Awakens on the White Silk Surface

Album NO.386

Description

The contrast between the pure white of the silk and the rough concrete is an undeniable invitation. Your invisible hand presses directly onto her ass, straining in a submissive pose, the white silk stretched like a thin veil. The surface is cool, but can't hide the searing heat, fully exposing the sinful panty line within. You squeeze tight, five fingers digging in, feeling the resilience of the flesh being crushed, making the silk wrinkle desperately in your palm. A dry rustle sounds out. This tactile madness demands a scent for completion. You can't help but lean down, inhaling deeply right over the white silk surface, swallowing the scent of submission: the smell of pure new silk, a hint of concrete, and the warm scent of trapped flesh. That scent is the detonator. Reason ceases to exist. You whip out your roaring cock and erupt immediately onto that purity. A fleeting explosion, leaving a wet, undeniable mark on the white canvas, turning the invitation into a soiled trophy.