A Performance for the Invisible Predator

Album NO.392

Description

Defying the eyes of the world and the vastness of the park, your invisible hand acts. You glide along her slender back, feeling the smoothness of the teal satin, but reason cannot hold. Your hand presses directly onto her round ass, writhing in its kneeling pose, covered by silver silk stretched like a thin veil, unforgivingly revealing the sinful outline of her panties. You squeeze tight, fingers digging deep into the flesh, feeling it writhe. The silk wrinkles desperately, creating a dry, rustling sound. The hunger for the scent of this submission erupts. You can't help but lean down, inhaling deeply to swallow the scent of exposure: the pure smell of silver silk, a hint of grass, and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the death sentence for reason. There is no more time. You whip out your roaring cock and erupt immediately onto that taut, glossy silver surface. A fleeting explosion, turning the performance into a secret trophy, a mark of power that only you know.