The Silent Scream of Satin
Album #390
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The Story
This red chair isn't for rest; it's an altar of lust. Your invisible hand glides down her slender back, feeling the smooth, cool, deep blue satin. Then, unable to delay, you press your entire palm onto her ass, straining in offering, the silver silk stretched like liquid metal. The ultimate contrast: the warmth of flesh, the slickness of silk, and the provocative surface of the red chair. You squeeze hard, five fingers digging into the soft flesh through the fabric. You grind, creating a dry, lewd rustle. This tactile possession demands a scent for completion. You lean down, inhaling deeply right over the silver silk surface, swallowing the scent of submission: the pure smell of new silk and the warm scent of trapped flesh. That scent is the final permission. You free your cock. No hands needed. You press it directly against that silver silk mass, taut as a drumhead, and begin to grind frantically. Feel the slickness of satin, the resistance of her body, and the spreading heat. Every thrust is a silent scream of the satin, until you can't take it anymore and you erupt, turning the surrender into a wet trophy.
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