Aiden's grin grew darker, more predatory, as he reached her, and knelt infront of her.
"So… you're the witch everyone was talking about."
His eyes roamed her body openly, taking in every curve. The sheer size of her breasts—enormous, far larger than her torso, heavy and pendulous. They bounced and jiggled with every shallow breath she took. Below that, her hips were equally massive, wider than her waist, like they had been cursed by some ancient fertility goddess. They swayed heavily even while she was sitting, the thick, plush flesh spilling over the edge of the makeshift bed frame, her thighs rubbing together with loud, wet sounds as she spread them wider for him.
