Mira's back hit the wall, eyes wide, pupils blown.
Her knees had buckled.
Just... buckled.
One moment she'd been standing, hand working frantically between her thighs, watching Viktor pound into Helena like an animal—and the next, her legs had given out completely. She'd slid down the wall, ass hitting the floor with that loud, damning 'thud'.
And she'd cum.
Hard.
Her body had betrayed her, orgasm ripping through her without permission, without warning. Her thighs were soaked, her old dress clinging to her skin, and she could feel it—the wetness, the shame, the fucking 'need' that had torn through her just from watching.
'No... no no no...'
Her mind scrambled, panic flooding her veins.
She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape.
Her chest heaved, breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.
