Sirens were always represented mostly naked, or in sheer veils or white rags, indifferent to clothing. This one was no different, the dress a shapeless lump of cloth. But under it.
She was delicate in her shoulders and wrists, yes, she was also curvy. Her breasts were full and firm and high, jutting, her large n*****s a dark, dusky red color. Winter’s eyes traveled down. She was a little thin, her belly sweet, tiny waist, rounded hips under that, so pleasing, squirming to keep her balance, a small patch of dark red hair. Beautiful legs. She certainly wasn’t part bird or fish, unless she had another form.
But it was that skin, too, that remarkable coloring redheads sometimes had, luminous. She had freckles on her shoulders. Winter’s crotch was tight, his belly tense. She was so erotic. He
