An Explosion of Color of Secret Desire

Album NO.506

Description

She is not a woman; she is an explosion of color waiting to be detonated. Your invisible hand, the hand of the detonator, begins its journey on the deep blue silk, then lands where her ass is imprisoned in gleaming gold silk upon the rough ceramic. You press your entire palm down, crushing three worlds into one: the softness of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the roughness of ceramic. The VPL line appears, an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the gunpowder of desire: the cool scent of silk and the warm scent of trapped flesh. Reason is dead. You unleash your roaring cock. You press it directly against the golden silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's the pure white color of chaos, the final color completing this explosion, turning secret desire into a masterpiece soiled in broad daylight.