This Purity Is Not for Worshipping

Album NO.471

Description

She is not just squatting; she is pronouncing a death sentence on your reason. Your invisible hand begins its journey on the silver-white silk, a final caress before the execution. Desire pulls you down to her arching ass, where the silk is stretched almost to transparency. And there, the VPL line appears, an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a verdict about to be executed: pure silk and the compressed, warm scent of flesh. Reason is dead. Instinct is enthroned. You whip out your cock and erupt instantly. A powerful jolt, a hot stream soiling the purity. Your hot seed isn't a stain; it's the final proof, a declaration that this purity was not born to be worshipped, but to be soiled by you.