Stella lay on the sun-drenched bed, her silver hair cascading across the sheets, gleaming with soft strands of platinum under the gentle morning light.
Each delicate lock framed her blushing face, which radiated with an innocent charm and a bashful allure. Her eyes, half-lidded and glistening, shimmered like starlight reflecting on quiet water, their expression hazy—somewhere between shy anticipation and smouldering submission.
She wore a soft, white dress—light, flowing, and unbearably pure. The fabric hugged her curves with graceful tenderness, cinched at the waist with a navy-blue ribbon that made her hourglass form all the more striking.
The lacy neckline clung delicately to her chest, accentuating the soft, round swell of her breasts, rising and falling gently with each nervous breath she took.
The hem of her dress was adorned with clusters of blue flowers, blooming like whispers of spring along the edge of her creamy thighs.
