Where Pink Heels Innocently Betray Purity

Album NO.685

Description

You hide behind a tree, and your breath catches. She just sits down to rest on a park bench. A perfectly normal action. But that action, to you, is a ritual. Her white silk pants are held by the rough granite surface, tortured, arching and stretched taut over her full, round buttocks. It becomes a silver moon, glossy, revealing every curve without mercy. And there, a faint panty line appears, like a secret confession. The fiery pink heels are like a mark of sin, a brutal contrast to the purity of the white and blue silk. She doesn't know. She has absolutely no idea she has just become a sacrifice on a silent altar where you are the sole high priest.