When the Wedding Bouquet Falls to the Ground
Album #344
119 photos
5 Gems
The Story
Your invisible hand starts at her full breasts, tense beneath the ivory satin, then slides down her slender waist, tracing the daring slit. And then, you press your entire palm onto her ass, straining in a provocative squat. The silver-white silk is stretched to its utmost, shamelessly displaying the deep panty line beneath—an open challenge. Rich warmth radiates. You squeeze hard, feeling the resilience of the imprisoned flesh. You trace your finger along that sinful line, then press deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, emitting a dry, haunting rustle. Now, lower yourself, face that challenge directly. Inhale deeply the scent of purity about to be defiled, the smell of pristine new silk blended with the rich scent of flesh being offered up. That scent is the bell tolling the end of innocence. You don't hesitate, unleashing your roaring hard cock, pressing it directly against that inviting satin ass and grinding furiously. Her purity is crushed beneath your instinct. And then, you erupt, a white torrent soiling the white silk, turning the imaginary wedding bouquet into a defiled trophy on the ground.
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