While Aimy went around getting frustrated, Seth took his time enjoying her bouncing assets and when he finally had his fill, he spoke in a calm but piercing tone.
"Aimy, come here"
Immediately Seth spoke, Aimy stopped her struggles and turned to him, her body filled with hesitation and unwillingness, but when he kept his gaze fixed on her, and his eyes narrowed, she felt a certain pressure engulf her.
Her mouth closed in a tight frown, and her hands folded over her breasts, Aimy dragged herself in front of Seth, her head turned up and looking at the ceiling.
With her before him, Seth looked over Aimy's curve and was tempted to reach out and put his fingers into the woman's snatch, but he held himself back.
"Give me your right hand," Seth said.