He pushed forward, the thick head of his c**k stretching me open as he started to sink inside me.
I gasped sharply, my bound wrists pulling uselessly against the hook above my head. Master Viktor was thick — much thicker than any man I’d been with before. My p***y lips parted obscenely around his shaft as he fed inch after inch into my dripping cunt. The stretch burned in the most addictive way, forcing my walls to open wider than they ever had.
“f**k… you’re so big,” I whimpered, my voice trembling.
He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against my ass. I could feel every throbbing vein along his c**k, the head nudging deep against my cervix. For a moment he stayed perfectly still, letting me adjust, letting the club watchers see how completely he was f
