"U-umm…" Ayani's voice cracked, shy and breathless, one hand trying desperately to cover her heavy breasts while the other hovered uselessly near her pussy. "Can… can you… ahh… do something about this?" She gestured vaguely at her naked, dripping body, cheeks burning crimson as she tried to hide behind her arms.
Aiden raised one eyebrow, slow and teasing, letting his gaze travel down the soft curve of her belly, the way her wide hips swayed even when she was trying not to, the heavy weight of her breasts bouncing with every nervous breath. "Why should I?" he asked, voice low and dripping with dark amusement. "You look far too fucking beautiful like this, Ayani."
She squeaked, stepping back on shaky legs, breasts jiggling heavily with the movement. "H-huh?"
