"Effortless, isn't it?"
Artis quipped, his grin widening as he locked eyes with Lui, the smirk of a man who knew he was winning.
"Look how easy this is. I could bounce her up and down all day like this, and she'd never have to worry about me dropping her."
And with that, he began to demonstrate. Slowly, deliberately, he moved her body up and down, her ass grinding against his throbbing bulge with every lift.
The friction had Juliana gasping, her lips trembling as she tried to stifle the sounds spilling out.
Her boobs—those glorious, bouncy tits—jiggled with every motion, the hardened tips of her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her robe, brushing against it like they had a vendetta.
Lui was frozen, his fists clenched, but his eyes betrayed him, locked onto the bouncing spectacle like a moth to a flame.
