Every Satin Fold Screams My Name

Album NO.540

Description

Every satin fold is not just a fold; it is a scream calling your name. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on the baby pink silk, then slides down to the promised land: her round ass, 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 suppressed submission: pure silk and warm flesh. The scream has been heard. 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 signature on that scream, an undeniable conquest.