Her pussy was visible between her thighs. The outer lips, plump and swollen with pregnancy, were pink. The inner lips, slightly darker, peeked out. The entrance was wet. Glistening. The arousal, thick and clear, dripped from the opening and ran down her inner thigh.
Viktor spat.
The saliva landed on her pussy. The glob hit the swollen lips and ran downward. Mixing with her own arousal. The wetness increased.
Vivian trembled. Her hands gripped the armrests. Her knuckles went white. Her emerald eyes squeezed shut.
"Wait," she whispered. "It will hurt."
Viktor positioned his cock. The head, nine inches, the reduced size, pressed against her entrance. The wet, swollen flesh yielded around the tip. The lips parted. The pink interior was visible. Warm. Wet. Ready.
"Nah," Viktor said. His voice was casual. Amused. The same tone he used for everything. "It's just nine inches."
