Purity Unveils Its Own Secret

Album NO.477

Description

She needs no invader, for she is the unveiler of her own secrets. Your invisible hand merely follows as her slender fingers grasp the champagne gold silk and slowly pull it up. You watch as the fabric glides over skin, revealing the smooth inner thigh. Your hand, in your mind, places itself on hers, pulling the fabric even higher together. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of voluntary surrender: luxurious champagne silk and warm flesh. That scent is the final permission. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but as a thank you. You aim directly at that newly freed flesh and erupt. Your hot seed isn't a violation; it's a wet thank you, a hot seal pressed upon the secret that was voluntarily exposed.