The Perfect Terrain of a Silk Buttocks

Album NO.688

Description

She just needed a seat. And she accidentally chose the plastic chair. To her, it was a trivial choice. To you, it was destiny. The moment she placed her white silk buttocks down on the hard chair surface, a masterpiece was born. The silk was pressed tight, stretched to its limit, mercilessly imprinting her visible panty line (VPL) – a sinful boundary, a secret laid bare. The taut white silk surface, reflecting the light, turned her buttocks into an object of worship. She sits there, perhaps lost in thought. And you, you are drowning in the imagined sound of silk rustling on plastic, and craving to trace that forbidden line with a finger.