When the Body is Imprisoned by Color

Album NO.433

Description

Your invisible hand cannot ignore this fiery pink hue. You start at her full breasts, taut beneath the fabric. The cool satin surface can't hide the rich warmth that seeps through, burning your palm. The predator's journey doesn't stop. Your hand slides down her waist to where the pink ends and the white begins. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, wrapped in breathlessly tight white silk, displaying the sinful outline of her underwear. You squeeze hard, feeling the fabric yield in domination. The hunger for the scent of your prey becomes unbearable. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the scent of fire and ice: new silk, warm flesh, and a hint of sweet perfume. 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 fabric's confession into undeniable evidence.