Just Waiting for a Wicked Hand to Soil It
Album NO.521
2 Gems
Description
Her nonchalance is not innocence; it is an invitation. Your invisible hand begins its journey on the silver-white silk, then lands where her ass is imprisoned in white silk upon the cold stone. You press your entire palm down, crushing three worlds into one: the softness of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the coldness of stone. The VPL line appears, an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a purity waiting to be soiled: cool silk and warm flesh. Reason is dead. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to execute the sentence. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't a stain; it's the final proof, a declaration that this purity was born only to wait for a wicked hand like yours to come and soil it.
Album NO.521
2 Gems
Description
Her nonchalance is not innocence; it is an invitation. Your invisible hand begins its journey on the silver-white silk, then lands where her ass is imprisoned in white silk upon the cold stone. You press your entire palm down, crushing three worlds into one: the softness of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the coldness of stone. The VPL line appears, an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a purity waiting to be soiled: cool silk and warm flesh. Reason is dead. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to execute the sentence. You press it directly against the white silk surface and erupt. Your hot seed isn't a stain; it's the final proof, a declaration that this purity was born only to wait for a wicked hand like yours to come and soil it.
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