Every Satin Fold is an Invitation to Invade

Album NO.462

Description

She sits there, on a cold throne of indifference, but every fold in her attire is an invitation to invade. Your invisible hand begins its conquest on her back, tracing the mint-green silk, turning every curve into territory. Desire pulls you down to where her round ass is imprisoned in white silk upon the stone. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the coldness of stone through a fragile barrier. And there, the VPL line appears, the final, irrefutable confession. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling a cocktail of provocation: cool silk and the compressed, warm scent of flesh. You answer that invitation with the only possible action. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to invade. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's a wet seal of ownership, turning her throne of indifference into your conquered territory.