When left alone, things escalated quickly between the couple.
Hovering above Alex, gazing down at his handsome face and confident smirk, Artemia realized she was more than ready. She was positively drenched.
Heavy, labored breaths leaked out of her while her eyes had grown moist with unconcealed lust. Ever since meeting Alex, Artemia was introduced to many interesting feelings. The stirring in her chest, the aching throbbing in her crotch, and the rising anticipation almost gave her the illusion that she had finished running a country-wide marathon several times over.
She did not even ask his permission before shoving her ample chest right into his face, wishing to bury this bad man between her mountainous peaks.
Of course, her attack was completely ineffective.
Her breasts were so soft that Alex felt like he was drowning in an ocean of desire. One did not wish to escape from, forever, if he could help it.
