Dante picked her up from the couch and smiled as he used his spatial magic to teleport them into his bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed and marveled at her exquisite and flawless body before him once more.
Dante was certain that no matter how many years passed, he would never get tired of looking at Beatrice and her perfect body.
Breasts that were so full as inviting as if milk and honey would flow from them, down to a tight abdomen that had a faint outline of abs while retaining its supple nature.
Thighs that were thick enough to justify her extremely rotund ass that no man could hold in his two hands fully. Yet her two feet were so small, dainty, and neat that they felt cute.
Sexy, beautiful, perfect, cute. Passing your eyes over Beatrice from top to bottom, these thoughts would pass through your head.
And this… all of this, belonged solely to Dante!
