Not long enough

Hilda, the mighty warrior, sighs like the village idiot as she sits on her panty-clad ass in the middle of the woods.

The strap of her bra has come loose from all the scratching, and the fine fabric desperately clings to her lovely, slightly-sagging bosom for just a moment before it plops unceremoniously to the ground.

"Mmmmmm, so good..." the not-so-classy lassy murmurs as her busy hands run across her sinfully exposed flesh.

Her hands wander all across her belly, down her thighs, and then back up to her freely bobbing breasts.

Her hair is messy, with bits of sticks and other forest debris dangling in her now-loose locks, but honestly, it still manages to look kind of sexy, as if she were some sort of naughty savage or possibly a woodland sprite in search of a lover.

"Uhhhhhh... so good... so good..." Hilda sighs as she lies on her bare back and sticks her exposed legs up into the air.

She wiggles her toes and kicks her legs as she runs her hands over them, scratching them here and there to relieve the bits of itching.

Unfortunately for Hilda, Bluebelle is watching the whole thing, giggling gleefully as the big, once-armored woman writhes about in just her undersized panties.

Taking the opportunity to push her little prank even further, the mischievous fairy flies by Hilda again, sprinkling more fairy dust over the oblivious woman, and making sure a lot of it ends up on those cute little spidersilk panties (with the adorable little spider pattern) she's still wearing...