The Last Meeting of the Day

Album NO.529

Description

The meeting is over, but your expedition has just begun. Your invisible hand starts on her breasts, straining beneath the cool, lilac silk, then slides down to where her round ass rests on the white table, an altar of lewdness. You press your entire palm down, crushing the silk, feeling her warmth searing you. Your hand slides further, gently lifting the hem, stroking along her inner thigh, an absolute possession. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a broken secret: pure silk and warm flesh. That secret is your permission. 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 the final minutes of the meeting, an undeniable wet seal.