Tonight, the White Silk Will No Longer Be Pure

Album NO.550

Description

The chair is not a chair; it is a throne. And tonight, the white silk will no longer be pure. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on the pink silk, then slides down to where she offers her entire masterpiece. You press your entire palm onto her arching ass, crushing the white silk against the chair. 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 purity about to be violated: pure silk and warm flesh. The promise in the title must be fulfilled. 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 undeniable mark on that purity, executing the promise that tonight, the white silk will no longer be pure.