Half Bare, Half Beckoning

Album #202 100 photos 5 Gems

The Story

Your gaze sweeps past the weakly concealed bare breasts, only to settle on the one place that is covered: the yellow silk pants. Your hand needs no permission, seizing the crotch of the pants, crushing the soft satin, feeling its slickness and the suffocating heat radiating from the secret triangle. You don't touch her skin; you torment the fabric itself. Your fingers press deep, searching for the moist imprint of her body through the silk, feeling it cling to her flesh, transformed into a second skin that begs for violation. You could rip it apart, but slowly possessing this fabric, turning it into your own instrument for torturing desire, is infinitely more thrilling.