A Permissive Gaze, The Silk Awaits

Album NO.643

Description

That gaze is not one of innocence. It is one of permission. She sits there, on a simple chair, but turns it into a throne. All the power lies in the way her light blue silk pants are pressed tightly against the black leather seat. Can you hear the soft hiss as the two surfaces rub together? Can you see the silk stretched to its limit, revealing the full curve of her thighs and buttocks? Her hands are clasped modestly, but it's just an act. Her eyes tell you she wants you to separate them, and use your own hands to explore. Will you slide your hand under her silken thigh, feel its pressure against the leather, and the heat of her flesh radiating through the fabric? This chair is just the beginning. The game is yours.