Bombshell. Well, that was a word-- and it encapsulated Alice perfectly, as that was exactly what she was. A bombshell, topped with a raven black hair-- a mane, if one wanted to use exact words. Black curls that bounced and bobbed with every motion she made, not that her body wasn't pretty much -always- in motion. Jiggling flesh and soft skin accentuated her entire form, and none more so than the downright pudgy set of voluminous, smooth asscheeks that rippled outwards from her hips. To say they were a pair of gloriously thick asscushions was to say water was wet-- and speaking of wet. It wasn't hard to tell when Alice -was- wet, given her femininity was oft coated in a gentle forest of pubes, stained with dewdrops of arousal from time to time, and hiding behind it the pert, delicate folds of a youthful flower waiting to be despoiled. But speaking of unspoiled things-- her whole frame was oft pushed up by a pair of thicker than life thighs that shook with every step, the entirety of the flesh wrapping those bones moving with a near hypnotizing sway from step to step-- her modest five foot seven frame oft pushed up by a pair of generous pumps. After all, she was already thick, she might as well be tall too! It wasn't an amazonian stature though, but quite the opposite, as though one had lived too long in the lap of luxury. Her face showed it too, eyes-- tinted with makeup, and painted lips that could cushion a ballista bolt!