When Sunlight Turns into Liquid Silk

Album NO.405

Description

Your invisible hand glides over the gleaming gold 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 brutalized between her flesh and the rough stone bench. You press your entire palm against it, feeling the ultimate contrast: the warmth of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the roughness of stone. The white fabric stretches to its limit, unforgivingly exposing the sinful outline of her panties. You squeeze hard, leaving the imprint of your five fingers on the glossy satin surface. The addiction to the scent of this surrender explodes. You can't help but lean in, inhaling deeply right over the white silk surface, swallowing 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 starting gun. Reason ceases to exist. You whip out your cock, no friction needed, only release. You erupt everything onto that white silk, letting your hot seed become liquid silk melting on the taut surface, turning an invisible mark into a tangible trophy in broad daylight.