Just One Slit in the Tunic, a Whole World Opens Up

Album NO.509

Description

The slit in her tunic is not an accident; it is a gateway, and her bending pose is an invitation. Your invisible hand begins its journey on the deep blue silk, then slips through that gateway, not to explore, but to conquer. You land 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 an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of the world just opened: pure silk and warm flesh. That scent is the final permission. Reason is dead. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to brand this new world. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's a mark, a declaration that the world opened by that slit now belongs completely to you.