Good thing there were not any other people around to see us in this compromising position.
Her chest was still completely bare, her large breasts uncovered and unrestrained.
And she only sometimes got self-conscious about her nudity, remembering that she was supposed to be embarrassed about such things.
Then quickly forgetting again, as her attention shifted to something else.
But really, she was a divine beauty in every sense; the kind of face and figure that sculptors and painters dream about capturing but never quite manage to replicate in their art.
Her pale skin was smooth and luminous, almost glowing under the moonlight.
Her body was slender and elegantly proportioned, too.
She had huge breasts with light pink nipples that I tried very hard not to stare at for too long.
With her dark sclera and striking violet pupils that seemed to pulse with their own inner light
Her long flowing black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk.
