The memory crashed into her brain like a battering ram—how just moments ago, she'd been straddling him, and through sheer cosmic cruelty, the very tip of his swollen cockhead had pressed against her asshole and entered.
Just the tip.
But enough.
Enough that she could still feel it. The blunt shape of him breaching that tight ring of muscle. The alien heat that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with the raw shock of penetration.
The way her body had clenched involuntarily around that intrusion, her rim trying to push out what had already slipped inside, creating a maddening friction that made her nerve endings scream.
Her hand flew to her ass, clutching the denim-covered cheek as her face turned crimson.
'That—that thing—'
"You—!" Kaida sputtered, pointing an accusatory finger at Viktor. "If I go first, I know you'll just bury your face in my ass!"
Viktor blinked. "What?"
