Wonder Woman Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

Every part of his body was screaming from the heat. You can't blame him,his woman was the true definition of a fairy. She had the best sculpted oval shaped face. Her eyebrows resembled butterfly wings. Her lips are plump and pink. Her chestnut hair cascaded down to her waist like water Waves. To say she was beautiful was quite the understatement. She was what we call a perfect piece of art. Something that was crafted with the best of materials,with utmost carefulness and plenty of time. She had everything that a Man desired in a lady. A perfect coca-cola bottle body shape,well proportioned hips Without an ounce of extra fat. Her burst was Just perfect for his large hands. It's like she was M

Now he did. She was wearing a very erotic Wonder Woman outfit that showed every inch of her amazing curves. He marveled that her breasts were able to keep up the skimpy top covering the small portion of her breasts that wasn't exposed. The bottom part was French cut and her hips were on display. Her legs looked a mile long and incredibly sexy. She had metal bracelets, high heeled boots, a tiara, and a short red cape. Her waist appeared tiny while her breasts were ample and very firm on her chest. Mitchell began to worry that his loin cloth may betray his appreciation for Christine's appearance as he felt his cock stir.

Her Sunday had been summarized to pass a broom and walk around the neighborhood looking at the stores around her, she couldn't live on pizza forever nor on things ordered over the cell phone, knowing the markets and shops in the neighborhood would help her even more because André had commented the day before about a wonderful bakery that you could walk to, He had not yet given any sign of life but she woke up early and would take the opportunity to time the way to work and see everything there, she could be distracted but at least she would not get lost going back and forth from home to work. On Monday morning Catherine woke up at six in the morning in the greatest animation, few times in he

Every time someone told me a lie it made my chest hurt and I don’t think I could handle my chest hurting and my tummy. Mariah leaned both hands on the sink, her body shrugging while staring at her beautiful face in the mirror. Her dark brown eyes, her delicate features on her face a stark contrast to her muscular body. Ares was really lucky. She was fierce, muscular, but still had that beautiful feminine look to her that would make the perfect mom one day. Those eyes of hers held such warmth for him, to the God of War that had slaughtered thousands, maybe millions.

But even the affirmative was an understatement. Ava's body was pure woman, a sweeping form of generous curves as beautiful as they were delicious. She possessed the kind of body the Greeks and Romans celebrated in sculpture, a potent exemplar of utter femininity. Her breasts were large on her chest, her hardened nipples a shadowy rose, and her recently flattened stomach unveiled the narrow waist immediately beneath. Her hips were soft and rounded, her thighs youthfully plump, and her skin was like sateen ribbon, silken and glowing in the direct glare of the fireplace.

It lingered in the room long after she had gone. Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better.

Her ivory white complexion made it appear like she was born during the winter snow, with added smoothness and delicate pores making it an impression that she was made of a highly-prestige glass which can only be found on rare, high-class boutiques all over the world. Her overall feature made it appear as if was someone you could never afford to buy, yet she has the purest heart made of antique gold. She was a breathtaking scene that will simply give you serene and calmness from within. Her beauty is simply what woman desires and envies to have, while this is something every man could hope and pray for. Just like her lover, who makes it appear like he was so attached to her like a dream come

For some reason it sounded so magical to Jake, so much that he knew he could stare at her all day just to hear her musically harmonious melodic voice. "Mate?" She smiled as she called again, taking a step closer, so close that he could feel her breath on him. He could not take his eyes off her. She was just too beautiful. So beautiful to be ignored. The moons delicate light had just turned the world a-flame with silver when took another step further. Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have f

So original! But yeah, her freckles were gone! Wow! Her face was smooth and creamy pale. "What the bloody heck? I feel like I've been in the Photoshop app. Am I seeing things?" she murmured as she touched her delicate face, her bouncy, shiny hair, and her amazing body. “Holy hell! I have abs! This is impossible.” It seemed like everything was perfect. One of Charlie’s angels—Wonder Woman—Barbie kind of perfect! What the fuck! I am not complaining at all!

It seemed like they were out of place in the bland coffee shop, they almost jumped out at you with their beauty. The woman’s skin was so soft and flawless as it stretched across her elegant face. Her big brown eyes were perfectly proportionate to her small nose and full lips. Her small body was as evenly sculpted as her face. The muscles showed even when she wasn’t flexing them and her skin tight shirt showcased her flat stomach as her dark blue jeans complimented her tight rear end.