This Beauty Belongs to the Predator

Album NO.430

Description

Defying all eyes, your invisible hand begins its conquest. You glide it over the baby-pink silk stretched over her slender back, then slide down to the territory wrapped in taut white silk. The kneeling pose has pushed provocation to its peak. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, gripping and squeezing hard until the fabric yields. A dry rustle sounds out. You trace the faint underwear line, then press deep into the cleft. The hunger for the scent of your prey becomes unbearable. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the pure scent of silk, the warm scent of her flesh, and a hint of summer sun. That scent is the final hunting signal. You pull out your roaring hard cock. Without hesitation, you press it directly against that VPL confession and erupt. Your hot seed soils the pristine white, turning the faint underwear line into an undeniable mark of your power.