Ameth lay on Lor's bed, her sleek blonde hair splaying across the worn quilt, her curvy frame illuminated by the lantern's soft glow.
The lavender scent of the body oil mingled with the room's herbal undertones, creating a heady atmosphere that wrapped around them like a fog.
Her sharp face was turned to the side, her icy blue eyes half-closed, her full breasts pressed against the mattress, spilling slightly from her purple lace bra.
The matching panties hugged her hips, the lace accentuating the swell of her ass, her toned legs stretched out, her skin pale and flawless in the dim light.
She breathed steadily.
Lor stood beside the bed, his hazel eyes darkening with a pervert's glee as he rubbed the oil between his palms, warming it, his lean frame casting a shadow over her.
