The silhouette of her body is damning. It is a stunning sight to take in upon first glance. Breasts filled heavily, but not yet with milk.
They are bell-shaped, freckled, and hardly bear the weight of their size. Areolas point downwards and are an ashed walnut on the tan flesh.
Her waist is synched and short with a small layer of fat settling just below the button as the hips swoon out veraciously. Sculpted to carry children earnestly.
They are padded fully leading into the thighs and lower legs leading to petite feet. Her curves are deafening and demand the gaze of all those within sight of its glory.
She is the vision of fertility with a vacant womb. What purpose does she serve without impregnation?