The moonlight was doing her all kinds of favors, spilling over her skin like it was trying to show her off.
Aleriana's breaths were coming fast, those sapphire eyes of hers half-glazed, caught somewhere between nervous and totally into it.
Her torn blouse was just a sad scrap around her waist now, her big, soft tits out in the open, bouncing a little with every shaky breath.
Those nipples, small and tucked in, were hard as hell from the cold, twitching like they were begging for attention.
I stepped in close to reach her ears, feeling the heat rolling off her, mixing with the chilly night air.
As I closed in on her, I felt her breasts pressing against the fabric of my robe. Although I could not discern the shape of her nipples due to the thickness of the robe, the softness I experienced as I hugged her was heavenly.
