Suffocating the Silence of the Taut Silk

Album NO.446

Description

In the lush green space, her kneeling pose is a verdict against your reason. Your invisible hand traces the royal purple silk, past the slit of her ao dai, and stops at the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her offering ass, cruelly encased in lilac silk pants. The fabric is breathtakingly tight, exposing the VPL as a blatant challenge. You squeeze, feeling the soft flesh being crushed against the cold stone. A primal, wild hunger for her scent arises. You bury your face in the space above her back, inhaling the scent of submission: the pure smell of new silk, overwhelmed by the scent of crushed young grass beneath her knees and the damp earth rising from the stone. That scent is the final judgment. You pull out your roaring cock, not to play, but to execute the sentence. You press it directly against the taut, glossy silk and erupt. A hot, thick stream soils the pristine lilac, turning her offering pose into an altar defiled by your victory.