The Flow of Liquid Gold Spilling Over Flesh

Album NO.495

Description

She is not just a woman; she is a glass of golden champagne waiting to be tasted. Your invisible hand begins its journey on her breasts. But then, your reason shatters when you see her hand gently lifting the hem. It is an invitation. Your hand presses down on hers, pinning them both to the mattress, an act of imprisoning that invitation, making it your own. Your other hand slides into the opening, stroking the taut silk over her ass. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of offering: the cool scent of luxury and the warm scent of flesh. Reason has melted like liquid gold. You unleash your roaring cock, press it against her breasts where the journey began, and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's the second stream of liquid gold, a declaration that this champagne now has an owner.