A Storm of Desire Surging Beneath the Satin

Album NO.450

Description

In public, her kneeling pose is an irresistible invitation. Your invisible hand starts at her back, tracing the baby pink silk, then through the slit of her ao dai, stopping at the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her ass, arched in offering, cruelly encased in silver-white silk pants. The fabric is breathtakingly tight, gleaming under the sun, exposing the VPL line like a challenge. You squeeze tightly, feeling the soft flesh press into the grass. The hunger for her scent roars for release. You bury your face in the small of her back, where pink and white meet, and inhale. It is the scent of heated submission: the clean fragrance of silk, intensified by her body heat, blended with the primal scent of her flesh, a slight saltiness of pure sweat secreted from tension. It's an addictive scent, a sweet poison. That scent is the final command. You pull out your roaring cock, answering her offering with a conquest. You press it directly against the taut, glossy silver-white silk and erupt. A hot, thick stream soils the purity, stamping your undeniable trophy onto her offering.