The sound was barely human, a whimper that surprised even her.
Before she could react, Viktor twisted her body. His hands gripped her hips, spinning her around with surprising force.
Helena yelped, her balance lost, and she fell forward. Her breasts hit the dusty surface of the chaise first, the impact sending a shock through her chest as they squished against the grime-covered fabric.
"Young master!" she gasped, trying to push herself up, but his hands were already on her.
Both palms gripped her thick ass, kneading the flesh through her skirt with a possessive hunger that made her breath catch.
She could feel his cock now, resting in the valley between her ass cheeks, separated only by the thin fabric of her clothing. The heat of it was incredible, and she could feel it twitch, pulsing with need.
