"Shit—" Viktor was already moving, hauling himself out of the pond with Mira right behind him. No time to grab clothes, no time for anything. His heart hammered as his bare feet slapped against the wet stone.
"Young master, wait—!" Mira gasped, but she was running too, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly with each step.
They sprinted through the manor's corridors, water trailing behind them. Viktor's mind raced. Who the hell was that? An enemy? An assassin?
Mira winced as they ran faster, her massive tits swinging up and smacking her chin before dropping heavily.
The pain shot through her nipples—still swollen and sensitive from the night's fucking. She grabbed both breasts, holding them firm against her chest as she followed Viktor's naked ass.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" Viktor cursed under his breath, rounding the corner toward the back of the manor.
They burst through the rear entrance and skidded to a halt.
Both of their eyes went wide.
