A Fragile Beauty That Needs to Be Dominated

Your invisible hand starts at her back, covered in soft baby pink silk, feeling every seam hug her body and the rich warmth radiating from within. You slide down, tracing the slit where the fabric flows in the wind to reveal the silver-white domain of her silk pants. You press your entire palm onto her round ass, pushed out proudly. The cool white silk surface is taut like a piano wire. You squeeze and grip hard. And there it is, the panty line etched with absolute clarity, an undeniable challenge. You trace it with your finger, feeling the numbing friction, then press deep into the cleft where the fabric is hot, emitting dry, desperate rustles. Now, lean down, press your nose right where your finger just trespassed. Inhale deeply the scent of that challenge: the pristine smell of new silk blended with the rich scent of flesh, a scent of fragile beauty awaiting subjugation. That scent is a declaration of war. You don't hesitate, unleashing your roaring hard cock, pressing it directly against that forbidden VPL line. You grind, turning her pride into submission under your instinct. And then, you erupt, soiling all that fragile purity with the victory of a dominator.