The night was long. The candles burned low. The mansion, the Catorian estate that had been allocated to Viktor during his stay in the town, became a cathedral of flesh.
PAH. PAH. PAAH.
Five women. One man. The mathematics was simple. The execution was not.
He started with Veilera. The Baroness, spread on the silk sheets, her legs over his shoulders, her hands pinned above her head. His cock, the full twelve inches, drove into her stretched pussy with mechanical rhythm. Each thrust made her belly bulge. Each withdrawal pulled a moan from her throat that was half scream and half surrender.
PAH. PAH. PAH.
"AAAAHH—♡♡!! SLOW—♡♡!! DOWN—♡♡!!"
He did not slow down.
Then Berenga. The commander, flipped onto her stomach, her thick ass in the air. His cock, still slick with Veilera's cum, entered her from behind. The knight, the warrior, the woman who commanded men, screamed into the pillow as her pussy was rearranged.
PAH. PAH. PAAAH—!!
"MMMMPH—♡♡♡!! VICTOR—♡♡♡!! TOO—♡♡♡!! DEEP—♡♡♡!!"
