The Obsession Named White Silk Áo Dài
Album NO.503
12 Gems
Description
She is not a woman; she is an obsession wearing white silk. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on her proud, straining breasts. Desire leads you down the tightly cinched waist, then stops at the promised land: her curved ass, cruelly embraced by the silk of her áo dài. You press your entire palm down, gripping, five fingers sinking deep. 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. And then you see it: the sinful pink bow in her black hair. It is the detonator. It is the end. Reason is dead. You whip out your cock and erupt instantly. A powerful jolt, a hot stream. Your seed is not a stain; it is the only answer to the obsession named white silk áo dài.
Album NO.503
12 Gems
Description
She is not a woman; she is an obsession wearing white silk. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on her proud, straining breasts. Desire leads you down the tightly cinched waist, then stops at the promised land: her curved ass, cruelly embraced by the silk of her áo dài. You press your entire palm down, gripping, five fingers sinking deep. 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. And then you see it: the sinful pink bow in her black hair. It is the detonator. It is the end. Reason is dead. You whip out your cock and erupt instantly. A powerful jolt, a hot stream. Your seed is not a stain; it is the only answer to the obsession named white silk áo dài.
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