Before long, the Divine Paladin stood before her in only his boots and breeches, his upper body bare for her to see.
Minerva placed he eyes on his body, across the hard planes of his chest, to his seamless muscles and abs. Every corner and every inch of his body seemed like a marble that was carved by the gods themselves.
If her body was the fantasy of every man, then his was the wet dream of every girl.
A divine body of perfection. Mapping his upper body, her eyes went downwards were a formidable bulge was at this moment straining against his shorts.
"Such a strong body", Minerva spoke, her eyes failing to hide her surprise. She then slowly closed the distance between them again and caressed the Divine Paladin's upper body with her hands.
Feeling his compact muscles and the powerful beat of his heart. The vast energy residing within every cell of his and his flawless skin. Not to mention the throbbing hardness of his thing down there.
