Reason's Surrender to a Silk Dress

Album #416 73 photos 5 Gems

The Story

Your hand cannot wait. You slide it into her deep cleavage, where the baby-pink satin is stretched to its limit, feeling the cool fabric contrast with the searing heat of her flesh. Your hand glides down her body, lightly crumpling the slip, then presses against the mysterious triangle. Through the thin silk, you can feel the heat and wetness beginning to seep through. An addiction to that scent urges you on. You lean down, taking a deep breath, swallowing the pure scent of silk broken by the primal, sweet scent of a woman. That scent is reason's surrender. You pull out your hard cock. No friction needed, only possession. You press it against your own hand that rests on her crotch, creating an irresistible pressure, and then erupt. Watch as your seed soaks through the fabric, merging with her wetness, creating an undeniable dark patch on the pink silk, a secret that has now become evidence.