Forgetting all decorum, Lena grabbed Konrad's collar, shredding it in a brisk tearing sound before forcing him out of his robe. The robe dropped onto the ground, revealing a physique that transcended the combination of the most outstanding traits between Adonis and Hercules.
Aware of his prey's plight, Konrad freed her of her dress, albeit with more sophistication.
The anticipation created by his hand unstrapping her dress' strings moistening Lena's nether regions. And thinking of how she was about to be defiled under the Celestial Founder's gaze, she couldn't help but tremble from a mixture of shame and excitation.
Unhurriedly, Konrad lowered the blue dress from her shoulders to her feet, and even as he reached her knees, his eyes had never left hers.
Lena's body was thus bared to the night. Her breasts wore no garments and bounced free to Konrad's delight. Meanwhile, her crotch was still covered by laced underwear that required prompt removal.
