When VPL Becomes an Invitation

Album NO.420

Description

You cannot ignore that cool, teal silk, the way it clings to her body. Your invisible hand glides along it, then slides down to where her body reigns on the cold stone. You press your entire palm onto her ass, wrapped in off-white silk, the cool fabric instantly invaded by heat. The VPL line appears razor-sharp, an undeniable confession. You squeeze tightly, feeling the fabric strain, then trace your finger deep into the cleft. That invitation awakens a hunger for her scent. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the scent of that confession: new silk, warm flesh, and sun-warmed air. That scent is the detonator. Reason no longer exists. You whip out your cock and erupt immediately onto that razor-sharp invitation. A fleeting burst. Your hot seed soils the purity, turning the fabric's confession into undeniable evidence.