Aiden stood there with his arms crossed and broke into laughter.
Knockers? What knockers does she even have?
Amaela's only redeeming feature was her ass, not the breasts. As if reading his mind, Amaela smirked.
"Why are you always so quick to run that sharp tongue of yours?" she whispered before turning around.
As she did, Aiden couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. Amaela's breasts, which could only be remembered as modest and perky, began swelling right before his eyes.
Dark veins appeared on her body as her chest ballooned outward. It was a good thing she took off the black lace bra, or it would have been torn. What had been modest B-cups turned into mouth-watering DDs.
Amaela cupped them again, this time with genuine satisfaction as her hands could barely contain her enhanced figure. Staring Aiden right into the eyes, she squeezed them, letting her fingers sink in slightly before pushing them together to show off her inviting cleavage.
