'This game's tight—quick, sharp, makes her jiggle like crazy.'
He liked table tennis, the speed, the precision, the way it let him play with her, his shots always angled to make her stretch, bend, jump, her curves a constant show, it all kept him at the edge but it was okay.
He sent a spinning shot, low and fast, forcing her to dive, her ass high, her breasts bouncing, her white hair whipping, her swing missing, the ball skidding off the table.
"Point," Deus said, his voice cocky, stepping closer, his muscular frame towering, his eyes glinting with lust, his hand brushing her arm.
"You're fun to watch, Ivana." His tone was teasing, his touch sparking jolts through her, her thighs pressing together, her dark eyes wide, aroused, her heart racing.
They played on, Ivana's movements sensual—her thick thighs shifting, ass jiggling, breasts bouncing, white hair swaying, sweat glistening, her snug top and shorts a tease, her every swing a show.
