The Final Limit of the Satin Fabric

Album NO.534

Description

Her nonchalance in broad daylight is an irresistible invitation, a limit waiting to be broken. Your invisible hand begins its conquest on the baby pink silk, then slides down to where her round ass is imprisoned in white silk upon the stone. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the coldness of stone 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 the final limit: pure silk and the compressed, warm scent of flesh. The limit has been reached. Now it's time for you to break it. 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 that limit, a wet conquest in a public place.