The Mark of Power on the White Silk

Album NO.459

Description

Her nonchalance in broad daylight is not innocence; it is a declaration of war. Your invisible hand begins its conquest on her back, tracing the royal blue silk. Desire pulls you down to her round ass, cruelly encased in white silk pants on the cold stone. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of her flesh against the cold stone through the silk. And there, the VPL line appears, a verdict she unknowingly pronounced herself. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the white silk, inhaling the scent of defiance: pure silk and the trapped, warm scent of flesh. You answer that declaration of war with the only possible action. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to execute the sentence. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed is the very mark of power, a wet seal pressed upon her challenge, turning nonchalance into undeniable submission.