Between Stilettos and Soft Silk

Album NO.419

Description

You can't take your eyes off the brilliant yellow flame embracing her body, but it's the submissive pose and the glossy black stilettos that are the declaration of war. Your invisible hand glides down her slender back, then slides to where her round ass is straining in white silk stretched to its breaking point. You press your entire palm against it, feeling the heat and the VPL line appearing sharp as a sweet cut. You squeeze tightly, lightly crumpling the fabric to make it rustle dryly. That combination awakens a hunger for her scent. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the scent of new silk broken by the rich, primal scent of flesh. That scent is the detonator. No reason left. You whip out your cock and erupt immediately onto that sweet cut, turning the stilettos' declaration of war into a humiliating, wet surrender.