The White Silk Statue Awaiting Possession

Album NO.470

Description

She is not a woman; she is a white silk statue waiting to be signed. Your invisible hand, the hand of a sculptor, begins its journey on the tight waistline, tracing every gleaming fold. Desire leads you through the slit of her tunic, where bare skin is a challenge, and then down to the promised land: her round ass, cruelly encased in white silk upon the hard wood. 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 imprisoned art: cool silk and warm flesh. A work of art needs its owner's signature. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to sign. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's the final signature, turning the statue into a conquered masterpiece.