Goddess Lost in the Royal Garden

Album NO.472

Description

In the royal garden, she is not a woman; she is a lost goddess. The invisible hand of a mortal begins its conquest on the royal blue silk. Desire pulls you down to her round ass, imprisoned in white silk upon the hard, rough ceramic planter. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the roughness of ceramic through a fragile barrier. And there, the VPL line appears, proof that even goddesses have mortal secrets. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of imprisoned divinity: pure silk and warm flesh. You answer that invitation with the only possible action. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but for blasphemy. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's a wet blasphemy, a mortal's seal pressed upon divinity, turning the lost goddess into your own undeniable trophy.