Locking the Blue Silk Paradise in My Sights

Album NO.447

Description

In public, her haughtiness is the most potent catalyst. Your invisible hand glides over her breasts straining beneath the deep sea-blue silk, then slides down her waist, where the slit of her ao dai is a gateway to the promised land. You've arrived. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, cruelly encased in ice-blue silk pants. The fabric is breathtakingly tight, glossy, reflecting the sun. You squeeze, feeling the soft flesh being crushed against the cold stone. A cold, sharp hunger for her scent explodes. You bury your face in the space above her back, inhaling the scent of imprisoned haughtiness: the icy fragrance of silk, heated by her flesh, blended with a cold, distant perfume and a hint of the stone's mineral tang. That scent doesn't invite, it challenges. It's a declaration of war. You whip out your roaring cock. There's no time for hesitation. You answer that challenge by defiling it. You press your cock directly against the ice-blue silk surface and erupt. A hot, thick stream turns her icy haughtiness into a conquered trophy, your own searing mark.