Mira's body jerked violently as Viktor's finger sank deeper into her pussy.
But the tightness wasn't virginal—it was different. The pink walls gripped his finger desperately, but the texture told a story. Stretched. Used. Not by a man recently, but by something else.
Years of fucking herself with that wooden dildo.
Her petals had bloomed outward from the abuse—the inner lips protruding slightly beyond the outer, creating that flower-like appearance. Pink flesh that had been pulled and stretched by her own desperate hands night after night.
A MILF who'd kept herself shaved and clean while destroying her own pussy in lonely frustration.
"Mmmph! Mmm!" Mira's muffled protests grew weaker.
Viktor pulled his finger out, examining the cream coating it. Then without warning, he pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger.
And pulled.
The pink nub stretched impossibly, the hood pulling back to expose the sensitive flesh beneath. Viktor yanked it outward, twisting slightly.
