Elijah stood outside the villa, looking Jasmine up and down through the glass.
She was wearing a tight white T-shirt that stretched taut over her chest, especially as she bent forward, the effects of gravity giving her a bust comparable to Lily's.
Below that, her yoga shorts outlined her full, moon-shaped hips and curvaceous legs.
Unlike the slender, proportional figures of the other women, Jasmine gave off a voluptuous vibe, like a ripe fruit, as if a gentle squeeze would make her yield.
However, she didn't seem overweight; she exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.
"That body must feel amazing to hold," Elijah murmured to himself. "How did I not notice before?"
They say youth overlooks the allure of older women. Elijah indeed felt an urge to experience it himself.
