Mira's pussy clenched around his softening cock at the words. She understood perfectly.
Slowly, deliberately, she lifted her hips.
His limp cock slipped partway out—still thick enough to stretch her entrance, coated in their combined fluids. Cum leaked out around the shaft, dripping down to coat his balls and thighs.
Then she sat back down.
Hard.
"Hey—!" Viktor's grunt mixed surprise and renewed arousal as his cock plunged back into her depths—not fully hard yet, but the tight wet heat of her pussy was already working its magic.
Mira's lips curved into a knowing smile, her voice coming out sultry and confident. "More pussies... am I right, husband?"
Viktor's hands moved to her hips, gripping the soft flesh possessively. He pulled her closer, lips finding her neck. He kissed the sweaty skin, then bit down gently, leaving a red mark.
"You're the best wife, Mira," he growled against her throat.
