The Sinful Line on the White Silk

Album NO.544

Description

The white bed is not for rest; it is an altar. And that VPL line is the irrefutable confession. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on her back, then slides down to the promised land: her round ass, arching in offering. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the mattress through the white silk. The VPL line appears, an irrefutable verdict. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a sin about to be punished: pure silk and warm flesh. The sin has been exposed. Now it's time for you to execute the sentence. You release your hardness, pressing it directly onto that sinful line. 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 verdict on that confession.