Rayleigh comes home shocked, jaw dropped, seeing her fiancé asleep in their bed in very revealing lingerie, with many other lingeries scattered on the bed.
The sight of her lush, tanned body sprawled across the sheets in nothing but the sheerest, most delicate lingerie is absolutely mouthwatering. The pale pink lace and gossamer fabric cling to every tantalizing curve, leaving little room for imagination.
Her voluptuous breasts strain against the flimsy material, the dusky peaks of her nipples barely concealed. The lacey garter belt hugs her hips sinfully, accentuating the flare of her shapely thighs. And that tiny scrap of lace between her legs, Rayleigh gulped.
"How should I proceed with this information?" Rayleigh muttered under her breath.