A Ripe Cotton Candy in the Old Forest

Album NO.535

Description

Innocence is not a virtue; it is a trap. And this ripe cotton candy is inviting you. 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 rough wood. 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 warm 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 final mark on that cotton candy, a wet conquest in a public place.