The Flow of Liquid Gold Spilling Over Flesh
Album NO.468
15 Gems
Description
She is not just kneeling; she is a glass of golden champagne, bubbling in the morning sun, waiting to be tasted. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on her breasts, feeling the fabric tremble with her every breath. Desire pulls you down, past her soft stomach, to where the hem of her slip reveals a private world. Your fingers do not invade flesh; you torture her with her own silk. You slide underneath, stroking along her inner thigh, turning the fabric into a tool of friction between two worlds: its slickness and her skin's smoothness. That rustle is the sound of bubbling champagne. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of offering: the cool scent of luxury and the warm scent of captive flesh. Reason has melted like liquid gold. You unleash your roaring cock, press it against her breasts where the journey began, and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's a second stream, a declaration that this golden champagne now has an owner.
Album NO.468
15 Gems
Description
She is not just kneeling; she is a glass of golden champagne, bubbling in the morning sun, waiting to be tasted. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on her breasts, feeling the fabric tremble with her every breath. Desire pulls you down, past her soft stomach, to where the hem of her slip reveals a private world. Your fingers do not invade flesh; you torture her with her own silk. You slide underneath, stroking along her inner thigh, turning the fabric into a tool of friction between two worlds: its slickness and her skin's smoothness. That rustle is the sound of bubbling champagne. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of offering: the cool scent of luxury and the warm scent of captive flesh. Reason has melted like liquid gold. You unleash your roaring cock, press it against her breasts where the journey began, and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's a second stream, a declaration that this golden champagne now has an owner.
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