When Perfection Begins to Crack

Album NO.568

Description

Perfection isn't what's arousing; it's the crack in it. And that fallen strap is the first crack. Your invisible hand begins its pilgrimage, tracing the bare skin of her shoulder, then slides down to where the cool, lilac silk begins. You press your hand onto her soft ass, imprinting on the chair, feeling the silk stretch. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of perfection about to be broken: pure silk and warm flesh. Perfection has cracked. Now it's time for you to shatter it completely. 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, leaving your wet mark on that very crack, turning perfection into a conquered masterpiece.