The Attack on the Soft Satin Surface

Album NO.399

Description

Your invisible hand glides over the teal satin tightly embracing her breasts, feeling the provocative tension. But that's just the prelude. The hand slides down, seeking where her round ass is being tormented between flesh and the cold stone pedestal. You press your entire palm against it, feeling the ultimate contrast: the heat of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the inanimate cold of stone. The fabric is stretched to its limit, unforgivingly revealing the sinful outline of her underwear. You squeeze hard, pinching tightly, leaving the imprint of your five fingers on the glossy silk surface. A thirst for her scent explodes. You can't help but lean in, inhaling deeply to swallow the scent of contrast: the pure smell of new silk, a hint of sun, and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the detonator. You whip out your roaring cock. No friction needed, only release. You erupt everything onto that white silk, turning the attack into an undeniable mark, a wet patch on the soft satin surface.