It is like Mari has stepped out of the pages of a graphic novel.  Such as Frank Miller's Sin City.   A graphic novel series from the past twentieth century.<br/><br/>If she seem to notice Iron Maidens sudden interest.  She did not overtly give this away.  However, she lingered in taking her shot.  Gyrating that perfect heart shape ass in the air.   Her pucker petals seem to quiver, with the glistening sheen of telltale moisture.  Framed by the statuesque shape of her long legs.  Those silently pert up turn breasts that will never need a bra silhouette in the position of posture posed.  With those ever perky nipples that begged to be pinched and teased.<br/><br/>Slowly she draw the cue stick back, her hips rolling with the motion.  Back and forth she went, as she readied for the shot.  Anyone watching with aroused interest.  Would be tantalized by such.