The Most Perfect Public Sin

Album NO.559

Description

Her indifference in public is not innocence; it is a perfect sin waiting for an accomplice. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on her back, then slides down to the promised land: her round ass, imprisoned in white silk upon the stone bench. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the coldness of stone through a thin fabric layer. 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 an unguarded sin: pure silk and warm flesh. The sin has been exposed. Now it's time to execute the sentence. 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 in silence, leaving your wet verdict on that perfect sin.