A Lost Orchid in a Wild Garden

Album NO.438

Description

Your invisible hand begins where the royal purple reigns. You press it against her taut breasts, feeling the glossy power. Then, without hesitation, it slides down her waist to where the silver-white silk is pressed tight against the cold stone. You grip her straining, inviting ass with your entire palm, feeling the string-tight tension and the rich warmth. Every outline of the secret within is perfectly visible. You squeeze hard until the silk wrinkles and moans. A hunger for her scent explodes. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the scent of contrast: high-end silk, the warm smell of imprisoned flesh, and a hint of the lifeless cold of the stone. That scent is the final command. Reason no longer exists. You whip out your cock and erupt immediately onto that sweet VPL confession. A hot stream soils the silver-white, turning the 'lost orchid' into an undeniable trophy.