"Gghhk—! Gghh...!"
Helena gagged violently on the bed, her face buried between Viktor's thighs as he ruthlessly fucked her mouth.
It was a 69 position from hell. Viktor was on top, his hips snapping forward to bury his cock deep in her throat, while his face was buried between her spread legs, devouring her pussy.
Her chin was slick with saliva, dripping onto the sheets. Her lips were stretched wide, red and swollen, struggling to accommodate the thick girth of his erection. Every thrust hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex, but she took it. She took every inch.
Her massive breasts, now covered in red marks from his grip and bites, bounced with every impact. They were leaking milk—steady white trickles that ran down her chest to pool on Viktor's belly, mixing with his sweat.
Down below, Viktor's tongue was working overtime.
