Viktor’s hands clamp onto your hips like steel, his fingers digging into soft flesh, holding you exactly where he wants you.
Your chest is pressed flat to the mattress, cheek turned to the side against the rough blanket, ass high and spread open for them. The oversized henley has ridden up your back, exposing everything below your waist. Your p***y is already swollen and glistening, c**t throbbing visibly, inner thighs slick from earlier arousal and the way your body keeps betraying you.
Luka’s rough palms spread your cheeks wider, thumbs pulling you open, exposing your tight hole and dripping entrance to the cool air of the room.
You whimper, half shame, half desperate need.
Then Viktor drops to his knees behind you.
You feel his breath first,hot, ragged, ghosting across your soaked
