"Back so soon?" Beatrice commented with a smile as she was currently looking out into space, leaning over, her lush purple hair spreading out over her back.
She was wearing her purple skin-tight space admiral uniform, which had the nice effect of outlining her extremely voluminous rump, like two thick watermelons standing upright from where Dante stood.
Dante naturally walked over and began to grind his crotch against Beatrice's backside, making the woman blush and stifle a slight moan. Her patience was running thin ever since she and Dante confirmed their feelings and attachment, wanting to taste the fullness of her partner.
Dante had no idea, but Beatrice's thoughts were always on him. About how they would meld together, and how he would ravage her like a beast. Due to her constant sexual thoughts, her sensitivity was even higher than usual, and she could not focus on anything.
