Choking Reason Through Taut Silk

Album NO.402

Description

Your invisible hand doesn't start with the main target. It glides down her slender back, feeling the smooth, cool lime green satin. But reason cannot hold. Your hand presses directly onto her round ass, writhing in submission on the white mattress. The silver silk stretches like liquid metal, unforgivingly revealing the sinful outline of her panties within. You squeeze tight, fingers digging deep, feeling the soft resilience being crushed, making the silk wrinkle desperately in your palm. A dry, rustling sound emerges. An addiction to the scent of this submission erupts. You can't help but lean in, burying your face in that crumpled mass of silk and inhaling deeply. The pure smell of new silk blends with the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is permission. One hand relentlessly chokes 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.