Just Want to Press a Hand On That Silk Curve

Album NO.650

Description

You find her in the stark white corridor. She is simply leaning against the wall, a brief moment of rest. But that unintentional act has turned her buttocks into a masterpiece of lust. The white satin silk is pressed tight by the wall, stretched to its limit, forcing every fiber to rawly display the round curve. Light glides over the glossy surface, turning it into an inviting pearl. You can almost hear the silk groaning, feel the heat radiating from where silk and flesh are compressed. She has no idea. But in your private world, that white wall is the altar, and those silk buttocks are the sacrifice you worship.