The Whole Satin Heaven Lies in Hand

Album NO.440

Description

The daylight cannot stop the darkness in your mind. Your invisible hand starts at her slender back, gliding over the smooth peach satin surface. You trace the deadly curve down to her waist, then audaciously slip through the slit of the tunic where bare skin invites. And then, you've reached your destination. Your entire palm presses firmly onto one round ass cheek, encased in breathlessly tight ivory-white silk pants. The cool fabric contrasts fiercely with the searing heat within. You squeeze gently, clearly feeling the outline of the secret within imprinting on the silk. You rub, creating an obsessive, rustling friction. That feeling of power awakens another hunger: a hunger for the scent. You can't help but lean in for a deep breath, swallowing the scent of audacity: new silk, warm flesh, and a hint of sweet perfume. That scent is the detonator. Reason no longer exists. You whip out your cock and without a second's hesitation, erupt your entire instinct onto the ivory-white silk where that secret is imprinted. A fleeting explosion, turning the feeling of power into an undeniable mark.