Her heart clenched like a fist around broken glass.
The pleasure still thrummed through her veins—her pussy clenching emptily, leaking the last weak spurts of her orgasm into the dirt—but it twisted now into something desperate and hollow.
'Useless. A waste.'
The words echoed louder with every step he took away from her.
"No... no..." Mira whimpered, pushing herself up on trembling arms. Dirt clung to her sweat-slicked skin, her torn dress hanging in rags around her thighs.
Her massive tits swayed heavily as she moved, nipples still raw and throbbing from his abuse.
She couldn't let him go. Not like this. Not after he'd awakened something feral inside her, something that had been starving for years.
"WAIT! Young lord, please—don't leave me!" The scream tore from her throat, raw and broken, echoing through the garden.
Viktor stopped.
He turned slowly, his chubby frame silhouetted against the rising sun.
