The Secret of the Forbidden Forest

Album NO.480

Description

In the forbidden forest, she is not a woman; she is the final secret. Your invisible hand begins its journey on the silver-white silk, but desire pulls you down to her round ass, pressed hard against the rough tree trunk. 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, the very signature of that secret. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of imprisoned wildness: cool silk and warm flesh. You answer that invitation with the only possible action. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to decipher. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's the answer to the forest's secret, turning the defiant illusion into your own undeniable trophy.