Curves that Men Die For

You are completely floored by the unmitigated beauty before you. In ancient times artists would have written sonnets about her figure. Lusciously ample curves strain to remain within her form-fitting stasis suit. You slowly drag your eyes from her wonderful thighs and wide hips only to halt at her barely contained bosom. You mutter a soft prayer of thanks to the inventor of the low cut stasis suit as you eye the wondrous cleavage displayed. With a shiver of appreciation you finally continue your examination. The soft amber lighting only serves to amplify the glow of her overflowing blonde hair. Her eyes are a soft brown and when combined with her luscious lips you feel overcome with a conflicting idea of cute and sexy. Her stance certainly is not helping; **** and in need of a comforter for her unending curves.

You are making no effort to hide your starring as you are completely lost in the fantasies that now dominate your mind. However, you fail to pay heed to what the subject of your intense inspection is currently doing.