The Forbidden Dessert in the Park

Album NO.563

Description

The park isn't for dinner, but it's the perfect place for a forbidden dessert. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage on the baby pink silk, then slides down to the promised land: her round ass, imprisoned in white silk upon the rough stone. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the roughness 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 the forbidden dessert itself: pure silk and warm flesh. The dessert has invited. Now it's your time to answer. 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 cream on that forbidden dessert, an undeniable conquest.