Bella caught the look and felt her cheeks heat up, her gaze sliding over Kaida in return.
Kaida was built solid, warrior-strong—curves that screamed power, those big, full boobs that strained against every breath, heavy and commanding attention.
No hiding that body under armor; it'd burst right through.
And down below, smooth as silk, not a hair in sight, just like Mira's—clean, deliberate, womanly in a way Bella's wild bush sure as hell wasn't.
Bella's face burned hotter as she yanked on her panties, hiding the unkempt mess between her legs.
Kaida's was bare, neat, tempting even.
She'd fix hers later, no question—ask Mira for the trick, make herself presentable.
Kaida dropped her arms with a sigh, still bare-chested as she stared down at her own rack.
Big, yeah, but her nipples curved inward, flat against the flesh like they were shy.
Bella's poked straight out—two cute pink conch shells on those perfect handfuls, begging for a pinch.
