Helena swept the hall floor in steady strokes, her broom scratching against the worn planks.
The open space felt cleaner now, dust motes dancing in the morning light filtering through the cracked windows.
But every few minutes, she shifted her weight, pressing her thighs together.
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The ache between her legs was still there—raw, sensitive from how Viktor had fucked her an hour ago at the pond, leaving behind some deeply filled fluid which was making strange sounds whenever her hips swayed.
Her ass throbbed, a sharp reminder of how she'd accidentally dropped her full weight on his cock during anal, crushing his balls beneath her.
The memory made her wince even now while her ass crack was wet—not because she had urinated or sat on water, but rather how, even an hour later, his semen was leaking from the depths of her anal whenever she twitched, slicking her ass.
"Just a bit left." Across the room, Mira and Viktor wrestled the heavy oak dining table into position.
