A Date with the Milf (1)

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets.

But Juliana couldn't see any of it.

She was too busy marching ahead, face burning, body still tingling from the merciless groping she had suffered at the hands of that shameless bastard.

"How can you be so shameless?!"

She hissed over her shoulder, arms crossed tightly over her chest—as if that would protect her from him.

Artis, leisurely strolling behind her, stretched his arms behind his head and grinned.

"Why should I have shame? I have someone like you with me. And I believe I have every right to be shameless... so I can get my fill."

Juliana's cheeks went nuclear.

"Hmph! You and your pretty words..."

"Well, they work, don't they?"

"No! They don't!"

"Oh man!"

Artis laughed, tapping his chin dramatically.

"If it doesn't work, then I'll have to crank up the dirty talk, huh? Aha! How about this—"