A Purple Dream Lost in the Woods

Album NO.448

Description

In broad daylight, her indifference is the most brutal invitation. Your invisible hand glides along the royal purple silk, leading down to where the fabric is pulled aside, revealing a stretch of bare flesh. You've arrived. You press your entire palm onto her round ass encased in silver-white silk pants. The fabric is breathtakingly tight, displaying the VPL line like a blatant challenge. You squeeze, feeling the soft flesh being crushed against the cold stone. The primal need to breathe her in becomes an agony. You plunge your face into the space where her back meets the satin. You don't smell the forest, you don't smell the stone. You smell only her. The intoxicating, sweet perfume of a woman who knows her power, clinging to the silk fibers, amplified and heated by the primal musk of her skin trapped beneath. This scent is not an invitation; it is a declaration of war on your self-control. It's the final blade that severs the last thread of reason. You whip out your roaring cock, press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt instantly. A hot stream soils the purity, undeniable proof of your conquest.