Kneeling before Lucian, Duchess Evelina's emerald-green gown shimmered under the dim light, clinging to her curves as if it was part of her very skin.
If one were to look at her now from behind, they would notice how her dress clung tightly to her form, perfectly outlining the curves of her wide, voluptuous hips and the heavy swell of her ass.
The fabric of the gown stretched taut over her flesh, emphasizing the way it bulged sensually beneath, each movement causing the material to shift and hug her even closer.
Kneeling as she was, the emerald fabric seemed to strain with the effort of containing her body, the firm, rounded asscheeks pressing outward as though begging to be touched.
Her posture, half-submissive and half-alluring, accentuated every tempting curve, the soft flesh shifting beneath the gown in a way that invited the eye, drawing attention to the sheer perfection of her motherly figure.
