Celeste's extremely pale white skin came into view, flawless and smooth, so pale it nearly glowed like fresh snow under the room's dim light.
She stood there squirming awkwardly, her gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding Elion's eyes.
The black lace bra clung to her ample chest, the intricate patterns on the fabric swirling over the tiny cups that barely contained her small breasts.
Through the semi-transparent tights wrapping her waist and legs like a second skin, he could make out the matching black lace panties beneath, sheer enough to hint at the soft mound of her pussy.
There was a little plump swell in the area around her groin. She crossed her arms over her bra-covered titties, pressing them together slightly; her posture showed how vulnerable she felt.
Her petite body embodied cute, delicate beauty, narrow shoulders, slim waist, and hips that flared just enough to invite touch.
