When Imagination Becomes Touch

Album NO.443

Description

In public, her audacity is the most potent stimulant. Your invisible hand glides over her slender back, over the sun-gold silk, feeling every soft fold. But you don't stop. Desire pulls you down, where pristine gold gives way to blazing red. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, cruelly encased in red silk. The heat of her flesh radiates through the fabric, searing your palm. You grip, squeezing hard, making the phantom VPL appear even more defiant. An addiction to her scent erupts uncontrollably. You bury your face in the space just above the red silk, inhaling the scent of public sin: pure new silk, warm trapped flesh, and the smell of audacity itself. That scent is the final detonator. Reason is incinerated. You whip out your roaring cock, press it directly against that blazing red surface and erupt instantly. A hot, thick stream soils the arrogant red, turning her audacity into your own secret trophy.