Just An Imaginary Caress

Album NO.444

Description

In the sun-drenched public space, her innocence is the most sinful invitation. Your invisible hand starts at her breasts straining against the baby pink silk, then slips through the inviting slit of her ao dai where bare skin is revealed. You have reached the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, cruelly encased in silver-white silk. The fabric is breathtakingly tight, gleaming under the sun, exposing the faint outline of the secret within. You squeeze hard, feeling your fingers sink into her flesh, stretching the silk to its limit. A frenzy for her scent explodes. You bury your face in the space just above her back, inhaling the scent of defiled innocence: new silk, warm flesh trapped under the sun, and the scent of a silent invitation. That scent is the death sentence for your self-control. You don't need to touch yourself. That very imaginary touch was enough. Your cock roars in your pants, and you erupt right on the spot, a hot stream, a secret buried in broad daylight, a victory known only to you.