The Exposure of the Sinful Outline

Album NO.408

Description

Ignoring the invisible eyes, your hand acts. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, tortured by the silver silk on the rough stone pedestal. The ultimate contrast: the warmth of flesh, the smoothness of silk, and the lifeless cold of the stone. The fabric stretches, mercilessly exposing the sinful outline of her underwear. You squeeze tight, fingers digging in, feeling the resilience of the flesh being pinned down, making the silk wrinkle desperately. A dry rustle sounds out. An addiction to the scent of this exposure erupts uncontrollably. You can't help but lean down, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of sin: the smell of new silk, the cold stone, and the trapped warm flesh. That scent is the final detonator. Reason ceases to exist. You whip out your roaring cock and without a second thought, erupt your entire instinct right onto that sinful outline. A hot stream soils the silver silk, turning the exposed secret into an undeniable trophy.