Morning settled quietly over Goldenveil as Elena's eyes slowly opened, her heavy lashes lifting against the soft light slipping through the openings in the curtains.
"Ah… it's cold," she complained in a groggy voice, her hands instinctively gliding up her body to cradle her enormous black tits.
The massive orbs lay heavy against her delicate torso, rising like two round, firm mountains.
She pushed herself upright, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she arched her back in a slow stretch.
Her breasts raised, barely contained by her white nightgown, her stiffened nipples poking clearly through the thin fabric.
"Hm… Ethan should be back today, right?"
With a small sigh, she slid off the bed and padded toward the bathroom of her suite.
Once clean, she stepped out and made her way to the wardrobe, rummaging through the countless dresses stored inside.
Her fingers trailed over each piece as she considered which one might please Ethan the most.
