Forest Goddess Draped in Purple Silk

Album NO.475

Description

In the heart of the forest, she is not a woman; she is a defiant goddess. The invisible hand of a predator begins its conquest on the royal purple silk. Desire leads you down to her round ass, pressed hard against the rough tree trunk, encased in silver-white silk. You press your entire palm down, crushing that contrast: the softness of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the roughness of bark. 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 wild divinity: cool 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 forest goddess into your own undeniable trophy.