My Satin Addiction Takes the Form of You

Album NO.557

Description

Your addiction is not an invisible thing; it is standing right before you, taking her form. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on the baby pink silk, then slides down to the promised land: her upturned ass, imprisoned in silver-white silk. You press your entire palm down, crushing the silk, feeling the VPL line like an irrefutable challenge. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of the addiction itself: pure silk and warm flesh. The addiction has reached its peak. 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 mark on your addiction itself, an undeniable conquest.