The words, the 'your-anal-walls-are-clenching-my-cock' observation, were delivered with a groan. The 'I-am-about-to-cum' groan that preceded the eruption.
He came. The load, the thick hot seed, flooded her ass. The cum, the white fluid, filled her rectum. The overflow, leaking around his shaft, ran down her thighs. Mixed with the cum from her pussy. The combined fluids, the white rivers, pooled on the couch.
She fell. Face first. Into the cushions. Her body, limp, was twitching. The aftershocks, the orgasmic and pain-induced aftershocks, made her limbs jerk. Her eyes, rolled back, saw nothing. Her mouth, open, drooled onto the fabric.
Viktor pulled out. His cock, slick with cum and ass, emerged. The head, dark and satisfied, dripped. He wiped himself on her skirt. The fabric, already ruined, was a rag.
Another day. The morning light, through the office window, fell across the desk. The accounts, the ledgers, the records of the Redwood mansion's finances, were spread before him.
