Imprisoning Perfect Beauty in the Palm of the Hand

Album NO.473

Description

She is not just bending over; 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. You press your entire palm against it, gripping tightly, feeling the soft resistance being imprisoned. 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. You don't pull your hand away. You grip tighter, turning your palm into a prison. Your other hand unleashes your roaring cock, and erupts into the very palm that is imprisoning that beauty. Your hot seed isn't satisfaction; it's liquid shackles, the jailer's signature, a declaration that this beauty, from now on, is forever imprisoned in the palm of your hand.