Tonight, White Will Belong to the Darkness

Album NO.486

Description

The darkness always craves white. And tonight, it gets what it wants. She kneels, a pure offering on the altar of desire. Your invisible hand begins the ritual, tracing her trembling breasts beneath the cool silk. Desire is a pilgrimage, and it leads you down to where the hem of her slip reveals a private world. Your fingers don't violate skin; you torture her with her own silk. You slide underneath, stroking along her inner thigh, turning the fabric into a tool of friction between two worlds: its slickness and her skin's smoothness. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of offering: pure silk and warm flesh. The ritual has reached its end. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to sear the final brand. You press it against her ivory-white silken back, the vastest and most pristine canvas, and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's a mark of the darkness, a declaration that this white, from this night on, forever belongs to you.