Silence Torn Apart by Desire

Album NO.423

Description

Your invisible hand glides down her slender back, where the gleaming gold silk strains to hug every curve, then slides down to where her body reigns on the rough log. You press your entire palm onto her ass, wrapped in cream-colored silk. The cool fabric is instantly invaded by heat. The VPL line appears razor-sharp, a confession that cannot be hidden in the middle of a children's playground. You squeeze tightly, feeling the fabric stretch to its limit, then trace your finger deep into the cleft. The taboo of this playground turns the hunger for her scent into a command. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the scent of sin: new silk, warm flesh, and a hint of rough wood. That scent is the final detonator. Reason is gone. You whip out your cock and erupt immediately onto that razor-sharp confession. A fleeting burst that tears apart the silence. Your hot seed soils the purity, turning the fabric's confession into undeniable, sinful evidence.