The Endless Intoxication from the Pale Purple Silk

Album NO.484

Description

She is not a woman; she is an endless intoxication, and the lavender silk is the inviting glass. Your invisible hand begins to taste, tracing her trembling breasts, feeling the cool fabric. But the addiction pulls you down to her round ass, pressed hard against the chair. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh through a thin layer of fabric, creating a dry, lewd, frictional rustle. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of an intoxication about to peak: the pure scent of luxury silk and warm flesh. Reason has dissolved in the intoxication. You unleash your roaring cock, press it directly against that silken ass, and begin to grind, turning that lewd rustle into the soundtrack of your possession. You erupt your entire intoxication onto the purple silk, a declaration that you are completely addicted, and will never be sober again.