When Red and Gold Become Weapons

Album NO.434

Description

This red flame is the beginning. Your invisible hand presses against the fiery red satin, feeling the tautness of her breasts beneath. The silk surface is cool, but the heat of her flesh is like lava. The journey of conquest continues. Your hand slides down her waist to where the royal gold begins. You grip her round ass, pressed hard against the cold concrete. You squeeze, feeling the gold silk yield, revealing the hidden lines of her panties. That sensation awakens an uncontrollable hunger for her scent. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the scent of contrast: new silk, warm flesh pressed tight, and a hint of dry concrete dust. That scent is the final command. Reason has exploded. You whip out your cock and erupt immediately onto that gleaming gold silk surface. A fleeting explosion, soiling the fabric, turning the symphony of brutality and softness into your own secret trophy.