Translations:Merchant Queen/4/en

Past her nudity, the woman is rather proper-looking. She’s wearing a slight amount of makeup to accentuate her already fair appearance. Her hair is cut up in a proper bob with not a single strand of those blackened locks out of place on her bronze forehead. The woman is a little eccentrically posed, however; she is settled on a propped-up bench or sled, resting against it on her abdomen with the rest of her lower half disappearing through a comfortably sized porthole. The padded bed ends just at those full, hearty breasts, conveniently supporting the juicy - though reasonable - globes. There’s something entirely off with her, though, and it takes you a long moment to figure it out: her bronze skin is somewhat flushed, a faint sheen of exertion highlighting portions of her body while you hear a faint wet thumping coming from the cloth-closed porthole. The last hint is the subtle, occasional quake in her body, usually causing her to press those firm, natural plates into the padded seat and make her considerable bust jiggle faintly.