She sat with her legs crossed, the heavy wood creaking under her weight. I'd always known she was built differently, but seeing her here, in the flesh, was something else. She was thick, properly thick, with hips that seemed to defy the laws of physics and an ass that made Kayla's look modest by comparison. Her short brown hair was neatly combed, framing a face that was as beautiful as it was cold.
She wore a red dress that was aggressively short, the hem riding so high up her soft, heavy thighs that the slit of her pussy, a plush pink against a landing strip of dark brown hair, was almost entirely visible. The fabric was thin, clinging to the slight, soft curve of her belly and straining over her massive breasts. The material was practically see-through at the peaks, her dark, stiff nipples poking through the red silk like twin warnings.
"Mana..." I muttered, my voice sounding small in the vacuum of the room. "What's happening? Why are you here?"
