A Moment of Silence, a Lifetime Haunted by Silk

Album NO.564

Description

This moment will haunt you forever. The room is silent, but she is the eye of the storm. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage, sliding down to where her ass is tightly embraced by the nightgown, pressed firmly against the wooden chair. You press your entire palm down, crushing the lilac silk against the hardness of the wood. The dry, frictional rustle sounds out, a symphony of possession. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of the obsession itself: pure silk and warm flesh. Now it's time to turn this moment into an eternal obsession. You release your hardness, pressing it directly against that silken altar. 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, sealing that obsession onto the lilac silk, a moment of silence that will scream in your mind forever.