Massive, overflowing breasts strained obscenely against the deep V-neck burgundy velvet dress—each globe easily larger than Aiden's head, creamy cleavage spilling forward like an offering, the intricate silver rune embroidery along the plunging neckline doing nothing to contain them and everything to frame the generous valley.
A hint of black lace bra peeked at the edges, teasing the eye. The dress hugged her impossibly wide childbearing hips—hips made for gripping, for breeding—before flaring into a long flowing skirt that swept her ankles, sheer black lace panels running up both sides to reveal tantalizing glimpses of thick, toned thighs and the black thigh-high stockings clinging to them.
