When Every Fiber Begins to Tell a Story

Album NO.672

Description

You hide behind a thicket, and then she appears. Just for a moment's pause, she lowers herself into a squat, perhaps to admire a roadside flower. She doesn't know that act is a death sentence for the fragile white silk. It is tortured, arching and stretching taut over her full, round buttocks, becoming a surface as tight as a drumhead. And there, a sweet sin appears - her visible panty line (VPL), like a confession that only you can hear. Your mind reels. You just want to kneel before her, press your palm against that glossy, taut surface, to feel every fiber trembling under the pressure. She continues to gaze into the distance, oblivious. And that very obliviousness makes her an immortal goddess in your private temple of worship.