Breaking the Jade Silk Shell

Album NO.407

Description

Your invisible hand glides down her slender back, feeling every gleaming fold of the jade satin embracing her body. Then, unable to wait any longer, you seek where her round ass is being brutalized between her flesh and the cold stone bench. You press your entire palm against it, feeling the ultimate contrast: the warmth of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the senseless cold of the 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 silk 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, breaking the jade shell with your own liquid silk, turning an invisible mark into a tangible trophy in broad daylight.