The Rough Symphony of White Silk

Album NO.662

Description

You see her in a quiet corner of the garden. Just for a moment's rest, she casually sits down on a dry log. She has no idea what a brutal and beautiful scene that act has created in your eyes. The rough, coarse surface of the wood is rubbing against every smooth, glossy fiber of the white satin. It presses the silk tightly against her full, round buttocks, stretching it so taut you can clearly see every curve beneath. In your private realm, you hear the faint hiss of the tormented silk. Your mind screams to replace that log, to feel the pressure of those silk buttocks against your own flesh. She remains there, innocent. And you have been nailed to your own private hell by this moment.