"~ha~ha~" Sandra's purple hair spread wildly across the table, her chest rising and falling with anticipation as she laid there, her misty eyes locked on the hungry beast standing over her.
Her lips quivered, breath trembling, her cheeks flushed pink from the heat rushing through her blood.
Aether's hand slowly moved, fingers trembling as he slid the purple nightgown aside. Inch by inch, it slipped down her smooth skin, and the tight, lacy purple bra came into view—soft, teasing, and barely holding the weight of those two mounty breasts underneath.
His eyes widened at the sight of her full curves, the fabric pushed taut by her generous shape. Aether's throat went dry as he caught a glimpse of her nipples—hard, erect, proud—straining against the lace like they were begging for his mouth.
Without even thinking, he leaned down and sealed his lips around one nipple through the bra, sucking deep and slow, letting his tongue swirl over the trapped nub.
