Possessing the Entire Fragile Satin Fabric

Album NO.456

Description

The room may be silent, but the storm within you is not. Your invisible hand begins where the mint-green silk stretches over her breasts, feeling the fabric tremble with her every breath. Desire is a hungry beast, and it demands more. Your hand slides down, claiming her round, inviting ass. You grip it tightly, five fingers sinking into flesh through fabric. But it is her lifted leg that is the death sentence for reason. The hem of her slip reveals a private world. Your hand does not hesitate, slipping into that inviting space, feeling the endless slickness of silk on one side, the warm smoothness of inner thigh skin on the other. This secret possession, this sweet torture, is the detonator. You pull out your roaring cock. You press it directly against that silken ass, where your hand just declared sovereignty, and begin to grind, turning the room's silence into a symphony of friction and desire. You erupt your entire instinct onto the cool, mint-green satin surface, leaving a hot white streak, an undeniable mark that this fragile fabric, and the body beneath it, now completely belong to you.