Hear the Sound of Stretched Silk

Album NO.642

Description

She kneels. This isn't meek submission. This is a ritual. She offers herself, a perfect sacrifice encased in a sea of silver-white silk. The satin pants are stretched to a brutal limit over her full, round buttocks and firm thighs, every fiber of the fabric seemingly screaming under the pressure. The glossy, cool surface of the silk reflects a distorted image of the lust in your eyes. Will you kneel before her, to worship this altar of flesh and silk? Or will you approach from behind, bury your face between those two cool silken orbs, inhale the scent of silk and skin until your lungs ache, and leave a wet trail on that pristine white heaven? The ritual has begun. You are the high priest.