The Confession of the Satin Pants

Album NO.424

Description

Your invisible hand glides down her slender back, where the soft pink silk hugs every curve, then slides down to where her body reigns on the rough planter rim. You press your entire palm onto her ass, wrapped in off-white silk. The cool fabric is instantly invaded by heat. The VPL line appears razor-sharp, a confession that cannot be hidden. You squeeze tightly, feeling the fabric strain, then trace your finger deep into the cleft. That sharp confession 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 is gone. You whip out your cock and erupt immediately onto that razor-sharp confession. A fleeting burst. Your hot seed soils the purity, turning the fabric's confession into undeniable evidence.