This Pose Was Born for Worship

Album NO.528

Description

This is not a pose; it is a command to worship. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on her back, tracing the royal purple silk, then slips through the gap in her tunic where bare skin is a proud invitation. And then, you arrive at the promised land, the silken altar: her round ass, cruelly encased in champagne-gold silk pants. You press your entire palm down, crushing the silk, feeling the VPL line like an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of absolute worship: pure silk and the trapped, warm scent of flesh. The command has been given. Now it's time for your offering. You release your hardness, pressing it directly against that silken altar. You begin to grind. The slick, cool smoothness of the silk, combined with her heat beneath, creates a perfect simulation of the most forbidden pleasure. You thrust faster, turning the rustle of silk into her own moan, and explode, leaving your wet prayer on that promised land, a worship now complete.