Desire to Rip Apart the Fragile Satin Shell

Album NO.449

Description

In the silent forest, she appears like a mirage. Your invisible hand starts at her back, tracing the honey-gold silk, then slips through the slit of her ao dai. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, encased in baby pink silk, a violent contrast to the rough bark she leans against. You grip tightly, feeling the soft flesh being crushed against the coarse tree through a fragile layer of fabric. You squeeze harder, until the silk stretches to its limit, fully exposing the phantom VPL. The hunger for her scent becomes a command. You bury your face in the small of her back, where gold and pink silk meet, and inhale. It's not perfume. It's something more primal. The scent of heated flesh, of a hint of pure sweat being secreted, filtered by the silk itself, transformed into a rich, animalistic, and utterly addictive fragrance. That scent incinerates all defenses. You unleash your seething cock. All your pleasure must come from this friction. You begin to grind your cock right where the pink silk is being crushed between her and the tree. You feel the rough bark lightly scratching your skin, the slickness of the silk, and her warmth transmitting through it all. You thrust faster, turning that contrast into a furnace of lust, and erupt your animal instinct into that symphony of friction.