Tonight, You Only Wear Moonlight

Album NO.558

Description

Tonight, she wears nothing but moonlight. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on the silver-white silk, feeling the pulse of life trembling beneath the cool fabric. Desire is a journey, and it leads you down to where the hem of her slip reveals a private world. Your fingers do not invade flesh. You torture her with her own moonlight. You slide underneath, stroking along her inner thigh, turning the fabric into a tool of friction between two worlds. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of trapped moonlight: pure silk and warm flesh. The moonlight has invited. Now it's your time to answer. You release your hardness, pressing it directly where the white silk is stretched over her inner thigh. 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 mark on that moonlight, turning a pure illusion into a wet reality.