His lips curled into a wolfish grin.
"You know, you look so good right now, Yelena. But if you really want to help me relax, you should jiggle them for me." Mika said, voice low, coaxing, half-daring, half-pleading. "Just a little. C'mon, make 'em bounce, let me see you move them around."
Hearing this, she was surprised by his audacity with her eyes narrowing. But her hands didn't move away.
Instead, after a moment's hesitation, she adjusted her phone so he could see her from the collarbone down and then let out a sigh that was more playful than annoyed—before she began to gently jiggle her chest, the motion making her breasts wobble and bounce with each movement.
"Like this, Mika?" She glanced back up at the camera, searching Mika's face for his reaction, cheeks blazing. "You want me to shake them around like this? God, you're such a pervert sometimes…"
She said, the accusation softened by the shy pride flickering in her smile.
