As Ethan scanned through the system notifications, he shook his head with excitement, a confident gleam flashing in his eyes.
Goldenveil might not have the numerical advantage, but in terms of quality, he was absolutely certain that no one could compare to him!
Arwen still had her plump ass comfortably nestled on Ethan's lap, his hand cradling the generous curve of her huge pale tits, the soft flesh spilling lightly between his fingers.
"So…" she spoke in a slightly teasing tone, "any plans to take your hand away? I've rested enough already."
"Hmm… I think that would be appropriate." Ethan flashed a slight smile and finally withdrew his hand from Arwen's soft breast.
The full mound bobbed gently with the loss of support, the heavy flesh undulating in a lazy, languid sway beneath the thin fabric of her gown before settling back into place.
His fingers traced down her side, gliding along the curve of her ribs until they came to rest on her hip.
