Aiden stood there in the quiet storage room, the door firmly closed behind them, his piercing blue eyes slowly drinking in every inch of Selvara's new outfit. From the elegant black horns curving from her white hair, down to the intricate black markings on her flushed skin, and all the way to the frilly pink-and-black plaid skirt that barely covered her thick, creamy thighs. His gaze lingered shamelessly on the way the tight black corset with pink lace trim violently squeezed her already massive, heavy breasts into an obscene, jiggling cleavage that rose and fell rapidly with her embarrassed breathing. The short, ruffled skirt flared teasingly, the white petticoat layers peeking out and threatening to flash even more with the slightest movement.
His 12-inch cock twitched hard inside his pants, straining against the fabric as blood rushed downward. *Fuck… She looks even better than I imagined.*
