The Final Limit of Waiting

The royal purple of the silk stretched taut over those thighs is an irresistible invitation. You don't touch her skin, but press your entire palm against the glossy satin surface. The characteristic coolness of the silk is instantly burned away by her body heat, shimmering under the light like liquid metal, slippery beneath your fingers. You trace along the curve of her tensed thigh muscle, feeling every fiber of the fabric groan, stretching to its absolute limit. Your hand glides higher, claiming the full roundness of her ass, squeezing gently to feel its plump firmness through the thin fabric, listening to the dry rustle of the satin. Now, press your face right there, into the taut crevice between her buttocks. Inhale deeply, taking in the pure scent of new silk mingled with the warm smell of her flesh, a primal, utterly stimulating aroma. Forget your hand, unleash your hard cock and press it directly against the cool surface of the purple silk. Begin to rub, slowly at first, then faster, letting all pleasure build from this naked friction, feeling the glossy smoothness of the silk and the heat radiating from her ass until you erupt in an uncontrollable spasm.