Artemis and Trill were already on top of the bed, side by side, their bodies angled just enough to make sure I had a full view. Both of them had their backs turned to me, their hips raised slightly as they slowly, deliberately wiggled their butts in my direction. It wasn't rushed or exaggerated. It was teasing. Confident. Like they already knew exactly what kind of reaction they were going to pull out of me.
Artemis's butt wasn't as big as Trill's. That difference was obvious at a glance. Trill's hips flared out more, her ass fuller and rounder, the kind that naturally drew the eye and refused to let it go. Artemis, on the other hand, leaned more toward the meaty side. Not huge, not small—just enough flesh to look firm and inviting. Different shapes, different appeals. And honestly, both of them hit me hard in completely different ways.
