The Feigned Indifference Beneath the Taut Silk

Album NO.530

Description

The perfect trap has been set in broad daylight. Her 'accidental' arm raise has pulled the royal purple silk taut, an irresistible invitation. Your invisible hand begins its conquest, tracing every fold, then slipping through the gap in her tunic to the promised land: her round ass, imprisoned in white silk upon the wooden fence. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the roughness of wood through a thin fabric layer. And there, the VPL line appears, an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a readily laid trap: pure silk and the trapped, warm scent of flesh. The trap has invited. Now it's your time to answer. You release your hardness, pressing it directly where the white silk is stretched to its limit. 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 answer to her trap, turning feigned indifference into undeniable submission.