Imprinting the Mark of Possession on the Stretched Silk

Album NO.453

Description

In broad daylight, her indifference is the most brutal invitation. Your invisible hand starts at her breasts straining against the royal purple silk, then slides down to where her round ass is cruelly encased in silver-white silk pants. You press your entire palm on it, feeling the violent contrast: the softness of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the coldness of stone. You grip tightly, fingers sinking deep, squeezing until the silk stretches to its limit, revealing the phantom VPL. You lean down, and her scent assaults your senses. A cruelly fragrant scent, a tempting purity that makes your roaring cock in your pants want to rip everything apart. It is not an invitation; it is an execution order. You whip out your cock, without a hint of hesitation, and imprint your mark of possession onto that indifference. Your hot stream spreads across the silver-white silk, an undeniable verdict.