When Innocence Kneels in Submission

Album NO.439

Description

Your invisible hand glides down her spine, where the glossy pink satin flows like a sweet stream. You don't stop, but slide down to the ultimate target: her round ass, offering itself up in a kneeling pose. The baby-pink silk pants are stretched to their limit, taut as a guitar string, perfectly imprinting the outline of her panties within—a secret map to guide the way. You press your entire palm against it, feeling the rich warmth of her flesh through the cool fabric. You squeeze tightly, feeling the soft, weak resistance. A dry rustle sounds out. A hunger for her scent explodes. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the scent of innocent submission: the smell of new silk, warm flesh, and a hint of summer sun. That scent is the final verdict. This innocence must be defiled. You whip out your cock and erupt immediately onto that secret map. A hot stream spreads, turning the pristine baby-pink into an undeniable mark, turning submission into a trophy.