Warm breath brushed against her neck, accompanied by a refreshing, subtle fragrance. Lyra moistened her lips. No matter how she averted her gaze, her eyes couldn't escape Astrid's two slender, lustrous silk-clad legs draped over her waist.
Praised by Emperor Hibbort as the empire's most dazzling gem, this former third imperial princess, now regent, was far more than just beautiful. Her, her figure, everything about her beauty reigned supreme.
Not to mention the full, proud breasts pressed snugly against Lyra's back, or those two elegant, silk-wrapped legs beneath the strapless white stockings, an irresistible sight.
The thin fabric covered fair, cool skin. The smooth texture of the white silk was clearly visible under moonlight. The lace-trimmed stocking tops gently squeezed the thigh flesh, connected by suspenders to the inner lining above. Although pure white, a symbol of innocence, when worn on Astrid's legs, every inch exuded seduction, whether seen from above or below.
