The Deadly Silence Before the Night Begins

Album NO.514

Description

The silence in the room isn't peaceful; it's the deadly silence of a predator before it pounces. She is a living emerald, and your invisible hand begins its conquest on the silk that pours down like a waterfall. Desire leads you down to where her ass is tightly embraced by the emerald silk. You press your entire palm down, crushing the fabric, feeling her warmth searing you through the cool silk. The rustling friction is the only symphony in this deadly silence. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a night about to begin: pure silk and warm flesh. That scent is the starting gun. Reason is dead. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to shatter the silence. You press it against her emerald silk ass and erupt. Your hot seed isn't just a stain; it's the roar that tears the night open, a declaration that the silence is over, and from now on, only instinct reigns.