Her hand moved to her own body, sliding down her stomach, slipping inside the waistband of her panties. She touched herself, fingers finding wetness, and moaned—loud, theatrical, designed to inflame.
"I'm so empty," she gasped, her fingers working. "I need to be filled. Your cock in my pussy. Your tail in my ass. Use both holes. Ruin me. Make me scream."
She pulled her hand free, bringing glistening fingers to her lips. She sucked them clean, maintaining eye contact, putting on a show.
"I taste good, don't I? Want to try?"
She reached for Viktor again, trying to push him backward toward the workbench. Trying to take control, to position him where she wanted.
"Right here," she purred. "Fuck me right here where anyone could see. Bend me over this bench. Pull my panties aside. Ram into me without warning. I don't need gentle. I don't need preparation. Just take what you want."
