The Invitation from the Silk Pants' Curve

Album NO.409

Description

Your hand doesn't start hastily. You glide it lightly down her spine, feeling every shimmering fold of the trembling white silk. But the true destination lies below, where her body is lowered onto the damp earth, where her perfectly round ass challenges the fabric's every limit. You press your entire palm down; the thin white silk cannot hide the searing heat and the sinful VPL outline. A few dry leaves crumble under the weight of your hand as you squeeze, making the silk stretch tight, emitting dry, raw rustles. Your index finger traces deep into the cleft of her ass, where the fabric is stretched to its limit, feeling a dampness begin to seep through. Instinct rises; you can't help but lean down, inhaling deeply right over the white silk surface. You smell the scent of wild nature: the smell of damp earth, dry leaves, mixed with the smell of new silk and the warm scent of compressed flesh. That scent is the final invitation. You pull out your cock, pressing it directly where you felt that damp spot. You want to turn her secret into your trophy. Not much friction needed, just one push, an explosion, erupting all your desire onto it, leaving a bigger, hotter wet patch, undeniable proof that you were here.