Possessing Her Silence

Album NO.577

Description

Her elegance is not a defense; it is a fortress. And tonight, you will be the one to breach it. Your invisible hand begins at her breasts, then slides down to where her round ass is pressed into the wooden chair by the mint-green silk. You press your entire palm down, crushing those three layers into one. The dry, frictional rustle is not a sound; it is the first crack in the fortress. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of a silence about to be broken: pure silk and the warm scent of flesh that is beginning to exude panic. The fortress has been breached. Now it's time to claim it. You release your hardness, pressing it directly where the 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 mark on that silence, turning her fortress into a conquered ruin.