Artis chuckled, dragging it out just a little longer—enjoying the way she practically vibrated in anticipation.
Then, finally—
"Yes, for that coin."
"YEA—YEAH!!!"
And sweet mother of tits, she jumped.
Like, actually fucking jumped—her big, soft breasts launched up with her, defying every law of physics before jiggling back down like they had a personal vendetta against restraint.
And her ass?
That juicy, plump, absolute fucking masterpiece of an ass?
It bounced like a sinful prayer answered.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Like a damn festival drum being pounded by fate itself.
She was dancing around with Rai, clueless to the fact that she was giving Artis the most erotic display of motherly enthusiasm he'd ever witnessed.
And Artis?
Oh, he was watching.
Not even subtly.
'Who the fuck is the lucky bastard hitting that every night?'