'What the hell is going on?' was the only thought that Castor was capable of.
From one, physical end, he was in heaven.
Alicia's body turned out to be far greater than he ever expected a woman's flesh to be capable of being. She singlehandedly broke out the idea that Catlea was the greatest woman he could ever meet, proving it completely wrong before she even got to take off her uniform.
Not a single one of the defects that Catlea forced Castor to believe to be normal was present on Alice's body.
Her sizeable breasts didn't cause her waist to be the width of her ribs, making it a perfect place for Castor to rest his hands rather than a slime that would potentially swallow his fingers never to let them back.
Her ass was perfectly fine and soft yet it didn't sag down, something Castor was somehow aware to be caused by Catlea's constant sitting and lying around and a complete lack of exercise.
And Alice's technique...
