"How many times?"
Viktor sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temple slowly, his cock still jutting upward despite everything. His breathing came in shallow pulls like his lungs couldn't quite catch up.
Helena knelt in front of him, her mouth wrapped around his shaft, head bobbing up and down with wet, eager motions.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the mix of her own juices with Mira's from the night before.
"Mmph... slurp... glck..."
Behind Helena, Mira positioned herself lower, kneeling beneath Viktor's spread legs. Her face pressed up between his thighs, tongue extending to lap at his heavy balls, slurping loudly as she worked them over with devoted attention. Her fingers dug into his thighs for support.
Viktor gripped Helena's hair, guiding her movements, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't pull away. Still, his mind wandered.
