His balls swung forward with each stroke, slapping against her cunt — the wet, cum-leaking, swollen pussy that had been spared by the panty that now hung in shreds around his shaft.
Helena's face. The pig face. The slack-jawed, drooling, tongue-lolling, eye-rolled expression of a woman being fucked past her brain's capacity to process. Her brown hair was wet with sweat. Her brown eyes were gone — rolled back, the irises disappeared. Her mouth hung open. Saliva ran in thick strings. Her hand was still on her tit — gripping, squeezing, the milk spraying with each thrust.
"AAAHH~!!♡♡!! I'M — I'M CUMMING — AAANGH~!!♡♡♡!! MASTER — VIKTOR — HAAAH~!!♡♡♡!!"
Her body seized. Her cunt sprayed. The fluid hit Viktor's stomach, his thighs, the bed. Her anal canal clenched — the walls squeezing his cock, the sphincter tightening, the involuntary milking response of a body in orgasm.
Viktor didn't slow down.
