Viktor's fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her robe, sliding down over the soft skin of her inner thigh. His fingertips brushed against—
—nothing.
No cloth. No undergarments.
Just bare skin.
And then—an opening. A cutout in the fabric, precisely positioned right over her pussy.
Viktor's eyes widened. He turned his head sharply toward Mira, who was still stroking his cock under the blankets with slow, maddening precision.
"Did you give her that cloth?" he whispered.
Mira's grin turned smug. She nodded once, her hand never stopping its rhythm.
Viktor chuckled—a low, dark sound that made both women shiver.
"You're a genius," he muttered.
His middle finger found Helena's slit—already slick, already wet. He didn't waste time.
He pressed forward, sliding his finger inside her tight heat in one smooth motion.
"Nnn—!"
