When the Fragile Silk Confesses

Your invisible hand begins its journey on her back, covered in deep red fabric, feeling its softness before tracing the slit to touch the inviting gap of her bare waist. And then, you enter the promised land. You press your entire palm onto her taut ass, where the bronze-gold silk is stretched like a drumhead. A rich warmth spreads. You squeeze tightly, gripping, feeling the resilience. You trace the VPL etched deep into the fabric, a map for desire, then press deep into the cleft where the fabric is hot, stretched to its limit. Now, press your face into that map of desire. Inhale deeply, swallowing this scent of confession: the luxurious smell of silk blended with the warm, private scent of the flesh imprisoned beneath. That scent is the command. You release your hard cock. Not to masturbate, but to mark. Press it directly against the forbidden VPL line, rubbing your hardness onto it, leaving your mark of power through the silk. After you've declared sovereignty, your hand begins to finish the job, while your eyes remain locked on the bronze-gold territory you have now claimed. That image and the lingering sensation of friction are the final push that brings you to climax.