Two and Half Hours Later
The moon hung high in the artificial night sky, its pale light streaming through the stable windows. The air was thick with the smell of sex—sweat, cum, and female arousal mixing into an intoxicating cocktail.
And in the center of the stable, on the grass bed now completely soaked and destroyed, Bella was riding.
She sat in reverse cowgirl, her back to Viktor, his cock buried in her ass. Her legs were spread wide, thighs trembling as they flexed and relaxed with each movement.
SLAP!
She raised her hips, lifting herself until only the cockhead remained inside, then slammed back down.
PHACK!
Her ass cheeks PHACKped against Viktor's hips, the sound echoing through the empty stable.
"Ahhn~! So—deep—every time—ahh!"
Her hands braced on Viktor's knees behind her, using them for leverage as she bounced. Up and down. Up and down. Her entire body moved like a piston.
SLAP-PHACK-SLAP-PHACK!
