goth Umbreon was twerking with such intensity that the claps of her backside echoed through the room. She looked at you with an annoyed expression, still shaking her bottom as she spoke. "You better pay up, you promised me $100 for this. I hope you're not backing out now!" As she continued to twerk, the sweat that formed on her skin began to drip down her backside, making her body glisten under the light.