This Path Leads Only to Desire

Album NO.533

Description

This path has no turns, and its only destination is your explosion. She is a defiant illusion in broad daylight. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on the pink silk, then slips through the gap in her tunic to the promised land: her round ass, imprisoned in silver-white silk. 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 an unavoidable destination: pure silk and the trapped, warm scent of flesh. The path has led here. Now it's time to claim your prize. 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 final mark on this path, an undeniable conquest.