Helena's eyes rolled back, whites showing as her mouth hung open, drool mixing with the sweat on her face.
Her thick thighs quivered, unable to find purchase on the bed as he dominated her completely.
Viktor reached down, his hands grasping her massive, milk-slicked breasts like handles.
They were heavy, warm, and utterly yielding. He squeezed them hard, using the grip to leverage his thrusts deeper.
"Look at you," he growled, watching the milk spurt from her nipples with every pound.
Splurt. Splurt.
It mixed with the sweat on her skin, coating her in a glaze of white. "You're a fountain, Helena. A fucking dairy cow for my use."
"Y-yes... I'm your cow... ahhn~!♡ M-milk me, Master! Use me~!!"
He leaned down, burying his face in her cleavage.
'Fuck it!' Viktor thrashed at how he worded his sentences; right now, he just wanted to fuck her to oblivion and fulfill her request.
He caught a stream of milk directly in his mouth—warm, sweet, and rich.
