The most gorgeous sight you have ever laid your eyes on

Before you stands the one and only Angela Ziegler, the subject of every wet dream you've had since you were 12. She is wearing an immaculate snow-white lingerie set, complete with a garter belt and stockings. It compliments the alluring woman's captivating milky skin. Your eyes sweep her body from bottom to top: her long, flawless legs, the womanly curve of her wide hips tapering into a narrow waist and a flat, smooth stomach with just a hint of abs, her substantial bosom, {if Affection Level: Mercy < 30}finally leading up to the most adorable, innocent grin you've ever seen{else}finally leading up to a condom pinched between the lips of the most adorable, innocent grin you've ever seen{endif}.

"Well?" She asks{if Affection Level: Mercy >= 30}, grabbing the condom from her mouth{endif}. "What do you think?"

A series of nonsensical sounds emerges from you; your mouth jabbed full of Novocaine by the mere sight of this goddess. A shy giggle is her only response as the comforting warmth of her hand surrounds your own, guiding you over to the bed. Still too awestruck to speak, she pushes you onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. Your pants fly off, revealing your tented boxers, her slender, alabaster hands moving to rub your throbbing erection through your underwear. She moves up to give you a deep kiss, her feathery-soft lips brushing against yours and her hips grind against your own. She traces a line of kisses from your lips down to your chin, along your jaw, stopping to nibble gently on your ear. A warm, intimate breeze caresses your ear as she exhales softly, her breath washing over you, filling you, completing you. Finally you snap out of the trance, moving your hands to her narrow sides, gently rubbing your way up to cup her breasts. The softest of moans escapes from her lips, grazing your ear as you reach around her back to unclasp her bra.

You undo the garment, letting it drop as she moves her arms to free herself. She kneels proudly over you, her magnificent, tear-shaped breasts all you could ever have imagined. It feels like a dream as your hands move up to cup them, feeling their weight in your hands, their alabaster smoothness, and the light pink, perky areolae which crown them. She lets out another soft, adorable moan.

Giggling, she leans in close again, whispering in your ear.