The soft glow of divine light filtered through the ethereal windows of the kitchen in their private corner of the realm, casting warm highlights across Orpheus's nearly naked form. She wore nothing but a tiny, sheer naked apron that did almost nothing to cover her. The thin white fabric tied around her neck and waist, the front panel barely wide enough to cover the front of her massive, heavy milkers, leaving the sides and undersides completely exposed.
Her fat, ripened nipples poked prominently against the sheer material, already leaking slow, golden beads of sweet honey-milk that dripped down onto the counter as she stirred a pot of something fragrant and divine. Behind her, the apron did even less—her enormous, heavy, juicy goddess ass was fully on display, the twin globes of perfect, pillowy softness jiggling gently with every little movement of her hips as she cooked for her beloved son.
