A little earlier.
"Come on, Mommy, let's go. Watch your step here. Here, let me hold you closer."
Artis slid his arm around Juliana's waist like a smug bastard who'd just won a prize at the fair. Juliana practically melted into his side, her face redder than a cherry on a drunkard's sundae.
"Yes, baby… keep your Mommy close…"
She whispered breathily, clutching her chest like some innocent fair maiden—except fair maidens didn't usually have that wicked little sparkle in their eyes.
"I'll hold you so close... you'll swear you can feel my hand on those plum ass cheeks of yours."
Juliana blinked, confused for half a second—until she felt it. His hand slithered down like a man on a mission, and before she knew it, his fingers were sinking into her ass like it was fresh bread dough.
"Mmm~ Artis, baby, it's not me thinking… your hand is on my ass."
