Power Of Friendship Against The One-Eyed Monster
The dim light of the dungeon flickered as the door creaked open, revealing the unmistakable silhouette of a gorgeous beauty who was none other than Amelia.
Her long, wet chestnut hair clung to her back and shoulders, its natural waves emphasizing its dampness.
The droplets that had not been absorbed by her hair, trickled down her neck, contrasting her pale, soft skin. It was as if she came straight here after a bath.
The dim light of the dungeon highlighted the curves of her body, draped only in the most minimal of coverings.
The sleeveless bra hugged her ample breasts snugly, the white fabric leaving little to the imagination but not without letting others see a glimpse of her nipples sticking out underneath.