If This Layer of Silk Could Talk?

Album NO.663

Description

You stand behind a pillar, and she appears. She simply stops and turns her head to look, a normal action to the rest of the world. But that glance is a death sentence for the silk enveloping her. It is brutally stretched along the curve from her waist to her hips, imprinting itself on her round buttocks and revealing everything without mercy. Light caresses the white satin surface, creating a deadly highlight that runs along the point of maximum tension. Your mind screams. You just want to lightly trace that exact highlight with your finger, to feel the tautness, the smoothness, and the coolness of that silk heaven. She doesn't know she has just become a goddess in your private temple.