The Fallen Strap. The Declaration Begins.

Album NO.553

Description

The fallen strap is not an accident; it is a declaration. She kneels, a pure offering. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage, tracing the bare skin of her shoulder, then slides down to where the cool, silver-white silk begins. But it is her own hand, gently lifting the hem, that is the final verdict for your restraint. Your hand slips underneath too, torturing her with her own silk. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of an accepted declaration: pure silk and warm flesh. The declaration has been read. Now it's your time to answer. You release your hardness, pressing it directly against her arching, offering ass. 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 declaration.