Queen of Her Private Realm

Album NO.679

Description

The hotel room door has just closed. It's just you and her. She sits there on the striped white bedsheets, a queen in a fiery orange satin brocade ao dai. But your mind is nailed to the river of silver-white silk flowing across the mattress. As she sits, the white silk is brutally stretched around her crotch and thighs, creating a powerful central crease. Your mind screams, wanting only to bury your face in that white silk area, to inhale deeply the scent of new fabric and body heat, then use a finger to lightly trace that forbidden seam. She is simply posing. Completely unaware that she has just become a sacrifice on the altar of your private lust.