The movement was abrupt, jerky. She gasped as she rose, Tianlong's hand sliding off her breast. Her legs trembled as she moved away from the chair, and Mamoon got her first clear look at the rabbit woman's state.
Thessa's face was flushed crimson. Sweat dripped down her neck, between her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and dark, glistening with saliva. And between her thick thighs—
Juice. Clear arousal dripped down her inner thighs in glistening trails, the fabric of her undergarments completely soaked through.
Thessa's hands moved to her waist, fingers fumbling with the remaining fastenings of her clothes. One by one, the garments fell away until she stood completely naked.
Her body was magnificent—thick in all the right places, powerful muscles covered by soft flesh. Her breasts hung heavy with their own weight, nipples pointing downward. And her pussy—
