Moonlight Becomes Fabric
Album NO.478
1 Gems
Description
Moonlight does not belong to the day, but today, it has become fabric and kneels before you. Your invisible hand begins its journey on that imprisoned light, tracing the silver-white silk. Desire pulls you down to her arching ass, where the moonlight is stretched to its absolute limit, revealing the VPL line like a crack on the perfect surface of the moon. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a captive celestial body: the cool, distant scent of silk and the warm scent of flesh. You answer that invitation with the only possible action. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to cause an eclipse. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's the mark of darkness, a declaration that this moonlight, even in broad daylight, has been conquered by you.
Album NO.478
1 Gems
Description
Moonlight does not belong to the day, but today, it has become fabric and kneels before you. Your invisible hand begins its journey on that imprisoned light, tracing the silver-white silk. Desire pulls you down to her arching ass, where the moonlight is stretched to its absolute limit, revealing the VPL line like a crack on the perfect surface of the moon. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a captive celestial body: the cool, distant scent of silk and the warm scent of flesh. You answer that invitation with the only possible action. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to cause an eclipse. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's the mark of darkness, a declaration that this moonlight, even in broad daylight, has been conquered by you.
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