Tonight, the Color Purple Will Belong to the Darkness

Album NO.463

Description

The darkness always craves lilac. And tonight, it gets what it wants. She kneels, a pure offering on the altar of desire. Your invisible hand begins the ritual, tracing her trembling breasts beneath the cool silk. Desire is a pilgrimage, and it leads you down to where the hem of her slip reveals a private world. Your fingers don't violate skin; you torture her with her own silk. You slide underneath, stroking along her inner thigh, feeling the friction between two slick surfaces, a sweet torture caused by the very barrier itself. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of offering: pure silk and the trapped, warm scent of flesh. The ritual has reached its end. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to possess. You press it against her lilac silken ass, at its fullest and most inviting point, and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's a mark of the darkness, a declaration that this color purple, from this night on, forever belongs to you.