Arthur chuckled, his breath hot against her ear, enjoying the way she shuddered in his grasp.
"Oh?" He teased, his fingers gliding down to toy with the curve of her waist.
"You say that, but your body's telling me a completely different story, sister-in-law."
Amelia bit her lip, hard.
"I-It's just a reflex! A-a lady can't help it if she's… sensitive!"
Arthur snorted. "Sensitive, huh?"
Before she could blink, his hands gripped her ass with both palms, kneading and squeezing like he was a damn sculptor crafting his masterpiece.
Amelia let out a sound so embarrassingly sinful that she slapped a hand over her own mouth.
Arthur grinned like the devil himself. "Ohhh, sister-in-law. I think I just found a new favorite toy."
His cock—hot, heavy, demanding—twitched against her ass, making his intentions crystal fucking clear.
"W-what are you doing back there…?" she managed, voice shaky, breathless.