"Oh, and speaking of which, here comes the waiter with the bill..." She murmurs, eyeing the waiter, who is walking over to their table with a piece of paper on a board. He sets it down in front of her, and Nevie pays the bill before tipping him, and sending him on his way. "Alright. What do you guys wanna do now?" She asks, leaning back in the chair and stretching, which has the added effect of pushing her breasts out.
Janie gasps as Phorsaal's hand cups her balls, which throb in her hands. They're about the size of a golf ball, maybe a little larger, and are clearly quite sensitive, if Janie's curling toes and moans are any indication.