When White Silk Tells a Secret Story

Your invisible hand glides lightly through her soft hair, then slides down her ivory back, enveloped in pure white silk. You trace the slit, touching the inviting bare skin before entering the forbidden land. And then, you press your entire palm onto her taut ass, straining against the cold stone ledge. This is it, where the silk is crumpled into provocative folds. You squeeze hard, gripping tightly, feeling the resilience of the flesh beneath and the tightness of the fabric. You don't stop; your fingers search for the faint outline of her panties, then press deep into the cleft of her ass, where the silk is stretched to the breaking point, hot and surrendering. Now, bury your face in those very folds. Inhale deeply the scent of surrender, the smell of pristine silk being crumpled, mixed with the warmth of her skin. That scent is the final invitation. One hand relentlessly crumples and squeezes the mass of silk, feeling the soft resistance of flesh through the fabric. With the other, you take your cock and satisfy yourself. All pleasure converges, half from the friction on your cock, half from the possessive feeling in your palm, until you roar, climax erupting as you feel the fabric's resistance in your hand at the moment of release.