A White Silk Feast for the Worshipper

Album NO.647

Description

Daylight. In the middle of a park. And she does this. For you. She slowly lowers herself into a provocative squat, the rawest act of devotion. The silver-white satin pants are tortured, stretched to their absolute limit over two perfect spheres. Every fiber of the fabric seems to scream silently, displaying the full power of the flesh beneath. The glossy surface, like liquid silver, reflects a distorted image of you, imprisoned by desire. What will you do? Will you kneel behind her, not daring to touch, just to inhale the scent of silk and skin mingling in the sun? Or will you lose control, press your hand against that taut surface, leaving your handprint as a declaration of ownership? This performance is for you. And so is she.