The Wind's Command: Expose Everything

Album NO.519

Description

The wind is not an accident; it is a command from your very desire. It blows open the two royal purple flaps, revealing the promised land: the round ass, encased in silver-white silk. Your invisible hand does not wait. You press down on it, crushing the silk, feeling the fullness and the VPL line like a final verdict that allows no appeal. The wind doesn't just expose the image; it also brings the scent of surrender: pure silk and warm flesh. That scent is the final knife twist. Reason is dead. The command must be executed. You whip out your cock and erupt instantly. Your hot seed isn't a stain; it's your answer to the wind's command, a wet seal pressed upon that perfect exposure.