Nyx stepped out, every inch of her body framed by the most sinful set of lingerie Aether had ever seen.
The black lace stockings clung to her long, toned thighs, accentuating every subtle curve and shadow. Slender garter straps reached up to a matching belt that sat low on her hips, hugging her waist and drawing his gaze to the sensual dip just above her pelvis.
Her bra was little more than a web of lace and straps—an erotic tangle that cupped the swell of her breasts without hiding her dark nipples. The sheer fabric teased them, the nipples peeking through.
Her panties were nothing but a narrow strip of black lace and the thinnest of straps, almost invisible as they ran along the sharp lines of her hips and under the arch of her ass. The centre was open, crotchless, leaving her utterly exposed.
The sight of her bare, dark pussy glistening in the dim light made it unclear whether the liquid slipping down was leftover bathwater or... something raw!
