Just a Slit in the Tunic is Enough for the Storm to Begin

Album NO.487

Description

The slit in the tunic is not a detail; it is an invitation for the storm. Your invisible hand begins its journey on the pink silk, but desire pulls you down to her round ass, pressed hard against the rough tree trunk, encased in silver-white silk. 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, an irrefutable verdict. 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 start the storm. 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 invitation from that slit, the first raindrops of the storm that has now begun.