She was bouncing. Hard. Her thick ass slammed down onto Viktor's cock over and over, the meaty 'CLAP' of her cheeks hitting his hips filling the air.
Viktor lay on his back, hands gripping Mira's waist, guiding her movements but letting her do most of the work.
Mira's massive breasts bounced violently with each impact, heavy flesh jiggling, nipples swollen and pink.
Her face was flushed crimson, mouth hanging open, drool dripping from her bottom lip. Her green eyes were unfocused, rolled back slightly, pupils blown wide with pleasure.
"Fu—fuck—your cock—it's—AHHN!"
Viktor grinned up at her, clearly enjoying himself. His own body was covered in sweat, muscles flexing with each thrust upward to meet her downward bounce.
His cock—thick, veiny, glistening with her arousal—disappeared completely inside her with every drop, only to reappear seconds later coated in fresh wetness.
Helena's gaze shifted.
Behind the throne—partially hidden but not quite—stood Elara.
