She lay there still—face-down, ass up, a river of cooling cum leaking steadily from her gaping, hairy pussy.
Her breathing was a ragged mess, her entire body trembling with the aftershocks of being utterly wrecked.
The flesh of her inner thighs was slick and sticky, and her cunt pulsed with a raw, burning ache. It had been destroyed, pounded into submission, and now it just throbbed.
Perfect.
Viktor stood, his heavy cock bobbing with each step as he crossed back to the sofa.
Helena stirred at the sound, her head turning. Her eyes were glazed, lost in a fucked-stupid oblivion. "Young... master..." Her voice was a dry, broken whisper.
Viktor didn't answer immediately. He knelt behind her, and his hands found her trembling body.
One palm pressed flat against her lower back, feeling the violent shivers that rolled through her.
"Still shaking," he murmured, his thumb drawing slow circles on her spine. "My Helena can't stop trembling for me."
