Possessing the Wildest Beauty

Album NO.461

Description

In the heart of the forest, she is not a woman; she is a defiant spirit. Your invisible hand, the hand of a predator, begins its conquest on the deep sea-blue silk. Desire leads you through the gap in her tunic, where bare skin is a proud invitation, and then down to the promised land: her round ass, cruelly encased in ice-blue silk pants. You press your entire palm down, crushing the silk, feeling the fullness and the VPL line like an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of primal wildness: cool silk and the trapped, warm scent of flesh. That scent is the final declaration of war. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to answer the challenge. You press it directly against the ice-blue silk surface and erupt, a hot, primal stream. You want to see your seed soil the purity of the silk, an indelible mark, an answer to her challenge, turning the forest's illusion into your undeniable trophy.