The Challenge from the Pressed Curve

Album NO.504

Description

She is not just leaning against the tree; she is issuing a challenge with her very curves. Your invisible hand begins its journey on the silver-white silk, then lands where her ass is pressed hard against the rough tree bark. 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, an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of primal defiance: pure silk and the trapped, warm scent of flesh. 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 challenge into the wet seal of a conqueror.