This Purity Was Born to Be Possessed

Album NO.507

Description

Her innocence is not a virtue; it is a perfectly laid trap. Your invisible hand, the hand of a predator, begins its journey through the slit of her tunic, touching the inviting bare skin, then lands on the promised land: her round ass, encased in silver-white silk. You press your entire palm down, crushing the silk, feeling the fullness and the VPL line like irrefutable proof of the trap. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of purity baiting corruption: cool silk and warm flesh. Reason is dead. The trap has sprung. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to claim the prize. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's the final proof, a declaration that this purity, from the very beginning, was born to be possessed by you.