The off-shoulder neckline slid lower, the bodice loosening completely as the fabric gave way.
Unlike Delilah and Victoria, who had inherited their mother's and grandmother's generous curves, Sienna was different.
Her breasts were medium in size — not small, but perfectly proportionate to her slender frame.
They were magnificent in their own right: they looked soft, and also perky, and beautifully shaped in a small teardrop, with smooth, pale skin that caught the dim starlight like polished marble.
The gentle slope of each breast led to delicate, pink nipples that had already tightened from the cool air and the heat of the moment. Every inch of them was visible now — the subtle weight, the soft underside, the way they rose and fell with her quickened breathing. Her boobs breasts didn't demand attention through sheer size, but held it through quiet, undeniable perfection.
Phei's breath stopped completely.
