Conquering the Entire Satin Shirt

Album NO.393

Description

Your invisible hand is in no hurry. You glide it over the white satin shirt, feeling its smooth coolness enveloping her breasts. But reason cannot withstand the sight below. The hand slides down, bypassing all barriers, seeking the hot triangle suffocatingly constricted by the white silk pants. You use a single finger, pressing lightly into the inviting cleft, feeling the tension of the fabric and the damp warmth beginning to spread. You trace along the naked outline. That sensation is not enough. You want to taste the scent of this surrender. In your imagination, you lean down, not just to smell, but to conquer. You press your mouth right where your finger is exploring, inhaling deeply to swallow the scent of imprisoned femininity: the pure smell of satin blended with a rich, warm body scent. That scent breaks all chains. You begin to lick, using the tip of your tongue to press deep into the cleft through the silk, tasting the saltiness of sweat, the slickness of dampened silk. That shock of pure pleasure makes you erupt on the spot, turning a secret possession into a wet explosion in broad daylight.