Just One Slit in the Tunic is Enough for the Storm to Begin

Album NO.536

Description

That slit is not a detail; it is the eye of the storm. And you, the invisible predator, are standing right in it. Your hand glides along the curve of her hip, where bare skin is an irresistible invitation, then presses onto the promised land: her round ass, imprisoned in silver-white silk. You crush the silk, feeling the VPL line like a map leading to the storm's center. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of the storm itself: pure silk and the compressed, warm scent of flesh. The storm has been summoned. Now it's time for you to unleash 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, unleashing your storm upon that defiant rose, an undeniable conquest.