Deep Blue Night Embraces Ivory Silk

Album NO.502

Description

Her nonchalance in broad daylight is not innocence; it is a declaration of war. Your invisible hand, the hand of the night, begins its conquest on the deep blue silk. Desire leads you through the gap in her tunic, where bare skin is a challenge, and then down to the promised land: her round ass, cruelly encased in ivory silk upon the hard, rough ceramic. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the roughness of ceramic through a fragile barrier. And there, the VPL line appears, a verdict she unknowingly pronounced herself. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of defiance: pure silk and the trapped, warm scent of flesh. You answer that declaration of war with the only possible action. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to execute the sentence. You press it directly against the ivory silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed is the mark of darkness pressed upon purity, a declaration that your deep blue night, from now on, has completely devoured her ivory day.