"Y-young M-Master—"
Helena's voice broke, muffled against Viktor's mouth as his tongue invaded deeper, swallowing her moans whole. Her massive tits sandwiched between their bodies, overflowing like soft pillows being crushed under his weight as he held her down.
She was completely naked now—her dress bunched uselessly around her waist like a discarded rag. Her thick thighs trembled on either side of Viktor's hips, feet dangling in the air, toes curling with each brutal thrust that made her body jolt upward on the obsidian floor.
Pah... Pah... PAH!
The wet slaps of flesh echoed through the massive empty chamber, bouncing off the curved walls and amplifying until it sounded like a chorus of debauchery.
Viktor's cock plunged into her again and again—slow, deliberate thrusts that made her pussy lips drag along his shaft, clinging desperately as if trying to swallow him deeper.
