This Purity Exists to be Violated by a Gaze

Album NO.566

Description

This purity does not exist without reason; it exists to be violated by your gaze. 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 a fated existence: pure silk and warm flesh. That existence is your permission. 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, turning your violating gaze into a tangible conquest.