Cassius was really surprised about how much Joy was willing to let him touch her.
At first, he had kept his hands over her clothes—just groping and squeezing through the fabric, giving her occasional kisses on her cheeks and neck.
It was playful, almost innocent compared to what he really wanted to do.
But eventually, he grew bolder.
His hands started sliding under her clothes, feeling her bare skin directly.
He expected her to say something about it. To scold him, push him away, or at least give him a warning glare.
That would have been the normal reaction. That would have been the Joy he knew.
But to his surprise, she only shivered slightly before giving him a certain look and glancing away—almost as if she no longer cared.
So he continued.
He got to feel her body up all over.
Her soft breasts, which felt so warm compared to how cold her eyes usually were.
Her thick, fat ass, which he got to slide his fingers between and spread open while she petted another animal.
