And gods—she was a sight.
Her breasts were heavy and full, pink nipples stiff and begging for attention, rising and falling with her uneven breaths.
Her waist was narrow, curving into wide, womanly hips that trembled faintly under his gaze.
Her thighs were thick, soft, and still glistening with the slickness of her earlier orgasm, her pussy pink and swollen, a faint blush spreading across her pale skin.
Her auburn hair hung wild around her flushed face, strands clinging to her sweat-damp temples.
Lor's cock stirred back to life, hardening fully just from looking at her, the ache returning with a vengeance.
"You're… beautiful Miss Silvia," he said, his voice rough with honesty, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Silvia hugged herself, her arms crossing over her chest as if she could shield herself from his gaze, her cheeks flaming.
