Viktor stood there, his cock rock-hard and twitching, precum already leaking from the tip as he pulled off his shirt and started working on his pants.
"Why can't I look at you both getting naked? We already did more than that, right?" His voice carried genuine confusion as he tugged his belt loose.
Both women had told him to remove his clothes right when he was about to finish in Mira's mouth. Now, as he stripped down, they were suddenly acting shy—telling him not to look.
"Just wait a second," Mira's voice came out trembling, barely audible.
"And now... look," Helena added, her words shaky with embarrassment.
Viktor turned around.
His cock jerked violently, spurting a thick bead of precum as every vein along his shaft tightened and pulsed.
The scene before him—
