The Naked Exposure of a Curve

Album NO.394

Description

The wooden railing, warm under the sun, is just a silent witness. Your invisible hand, without hesitation, presses directly onto her round ass, tormented between flesh and wood. The glossy silver silk stretches like a thin veil, unforgivingly exposing every line, especially the sinful outline of her panties within. You grip tight, fingers digging in, feeling the soft resilience being crushed. You trace along the wooden railing, grinding the silk against the rough surface, creating a scorching friction. That friction ignites another hunger: a hunger for scent. You can't help but lean in and inhale deeply. The pure scent of silver silk, the warm rustic smell of sun-baked wood, and the sweet scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your hard cock. No hands needed. You wedge yourself between her and the railing, pressing your bare cock directly against the crushed silver silk. You begin to grind, making yourself part of this sweet torture. You feel the slickness of silk, the roughness of wood, and the softness of flesh all tormenting your cock at once. That frantic friction is the only path to climax, and you erupt, leaving your final mark of possession between the three scorching surfaces.