Possessing Her Indifference

Album NO.570

Description

Her indifference is not emptiness; it is a throne. And you are the only one who dares to invade. Your invisible hand begins at the most fragile place, the skin of her armpit, just feeling the radiating warmth and the private, inviting scent. Then, your hand slides down, tracing the bronze-gold silk, landing where her ass is tightly embraced by the nightgown. You press your entire palm down, crushing the silk against the chair. A dry, frictional rustle sounds out. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of that very indifference: pure silk and warm flesh. That indifference is your permission. 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 indifference, turning her throne into a conquered battlefield.