Auranys was a beauty whose appearance could not be put into words.
Her hair, like gold, cascaded over delicate shoulders, pure white wings resting on her back.
Her skin was like snowy marble, pure, without a single blemish.
If it weren't for the pink of her cheeks, Qingyi might even think she was a statue, not a woman.
Supporting himself in the sky, he felt the weight of her breasts against his chest, no smaller than Isabel's, pressed against his bare chest in an embrace like two huge pillows, warm and incomparably soft.
The thin, pure white fabric of the dress she wore did little to separate them, her hardened nipples pressing against Qingyi's bare chest.
'So that's why that bastard was willing to sacrifice everything...' Qingyi murmured, feeling the weight and perfect shape of those massive tits.
His eyes fell on the pale skin of her neckline, which extended down to reveal her slim, delicate belly.
