The Invitation from the Slit of the Tunic

Album NO.474

Description

The slit in the tunic is not a detail; it is an invitation. Your invisible hand begins its journey on the silver-white silk, but desire pulls you down to her round ass, imprisoned upon the stone. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the coldness of stone through a fragile barrier. 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 surrender: pure silk and warm flesh. You answer that invitation with the only possible action. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to answer. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's the final answer, a wet seal pressed upon the invitation you could not refuse.