The Throne of Silk

Album NO.625

Description

You see her sitting there. Her back is to you, but this silence is more inviting than a thousand words. All your attention converges on a single point. The ivory-white silk pants are pressed against the wooden chair, stretched to their limit, turning her buttocks into a living sculpture, glossy and taut. And you see it. The faint outline of her underwear beneath the fabric, a deliberately exposed secret. The ruched details on the pink top are like small waves, guiding your eyes down to the epicenter of desire. Can you hear the soft rustle of silk as she shifts slightly? Does your hand yearn to be pressed against that round, taut surface, to feel the heat and smoothness of the silk? She is on display. And you are the sole audience. What will you do?