The Unspoken Invitation

Album NO.395

Description

The white bedsheet is merely a backdrop for this naked offering. Your invisible hand, without hesitation, presses directly onto her ass, writhing in submission, covered by silver silk stretched like liquid metal. The surface is cool and glossy, but it cannot hide the searing heat of the flesh beneath, and especially the sinful outline of her panties. You squeeze tight, fingers digging in, feeling the soft resilience being crushed, making the silk wrinkle desperately. A dry, rustling sound erupts. An addiction to the scent of this offering explodes. You can't help but lean in, burying your face in that crumpled mass of silk and inhaling deeply. The pure scent of silver silk blends with the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is permission. One hand relentlessly squeezes and crumples the silver silk, feeling it writhe, resist, then go limp in your grasp. With the other, you grip your hard cock, moving to the rustling rhythm you yourself are creating. All pleasure is built on this sound and feeling of surrender, until you roar and erupt, feeling the final twitch of the silk in your palm.