A Lost Amethyst Gem in Broad Daylight

Album NO.501

Description

In this forest, she is not a woman; she is a lost amethyst, a gift of chance. Your invisible hand begins its journey on the royal purple silk, then lands where her ass is pressed hard against a rough tree trunk, encased in silver-white silk. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the roughness of bark into one. The VPL line appears, a secret exposed in the wild. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of imprisoned wildness: pure silk, warm flesh, and a hint of damp tree bark. Reason is dead. You unleash your roaring cock. You press it right where the white silk is being crushed between her and the tree. You begin to grind, feeling three layers of pleasure at once: the rough bark lightly scratching you through the fabric, the slickness of the silk, and her warmth transmitting through it all. You roar, thrusting faster, turning that contrast into a furnace of lust, and erupt your entire instinct into that symphony of friction, turning the lost amethyst into a soiled trophy.