The Moment Reason Was Left Behind

Album NO.418

Description

You can't take your eyes off the gleaming gold silk embracing her body, but it's her action that is the fatal invitation. As the hem is lifted, the target appears, pure white and provocative. Your invisible hand doesn't hesitate, pressing directly onto the ass wrapped in white silk. The cool fabric can't hide the searing heat and the sinful VPL. You squeeze tightly, feeling every fiber strain, then press your finger deep into the cleft. That lifting of the hem unleashes an irresistible scent. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the scent of surrender: new silk, imprisoned warm flesh, and the summer sun. That scent is the moment reason was left behind. Immediately. You whip out your roaring hard cock and erupt onto that pure white invitation. A fleeting, unrestrained burst. Your hot seed soils the purity, turning the invisible mark into a tangible trophy.