Don't Move, Just Let the Silk Tell the Story

Album NO.524

Description

In this room, silence is absolute. Only one story is being told, and the storyteller is the champagne-gold silk. Your invisible hand begins its journey on her bare back, then slides down to where her round ass tells a story of compression. You press your entire palm down, crushing the silk against the softness of the rug, feeling her warmth searing you. The black stiletto heels are the final challenge. Your hand slides down the cleft of her ass, pressing deep into the mysterious triangle where the fabric screams its story to a climax. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of compression at its peak. The silk has finished its story. Now it's your turn. You unleash your roaring cock, not for friction, but to write the final chapter. You press it against the very spot your hand just explored, where the silk is tightest, and erupt. Your hot seed isn't a stain; it's the full stop at the end of the silk's story, and the first chapter of yours, a story of absolute domination.