This Dress Isn't For Sleeping

Album NO.454

Description

In the silent room, she is the sole center of the storm. Your invisible hand glides over her smooth bare back, following the thin strap down to where the gleaming bronze-gold silk begins. Desire leads you down to her round ass, pressed firmly against the wooden chair. You press your entire palm against it, gripping tightly, your five fingers sinking into the soft flesh through the fabric. The silk is stretched breathtakingly tight. You rub, creating a dry, lewd, frictional rustle. The hunger for her scent explodes. You bury your face in the mass of bronze-gold silk, filling your lungs with the pure scent of temptation: high-end silk blended with the warm flesh beneath. It is time to make that symphony yours. You unleash your seething cock, press it directly where the silk is tightest on her ass, and begin to grind. You control the rhythm, slow to feel every slick thread, fast and hard to hear the lewd rustling sound. All your pleasure comes from this raw friction, feeling her warmth through the silk until you roar and erupt, turning the symphony into a wet final note.