"Ummnh... Y-you are dead Viktor..."
Kaida's voice was muffled, her face pressed flat against the damp grass of the bank. Her expression contorted, burying her nose into the dirt as she cursed him with every breath.
He was worse than a demon.
He was a pervert, a lecherous tyrant who stripped away her dignity layer by layer—and the worst part was, her body was traitorously enjoying it.
Viktor stood in the water behind her, watching the masterpiece he had created.
Her heavy breasts were smashed against the muddy ground, acting as her anchor. Her hips were raised high above the water surface, creating a desperate, beautiful arch.
Beneath the water, her feet found purchase on the round, smooth stones he had placed in the pond specifically for his fuck sessions.
They allowed her to tiptoe, levering her ass even higher into the air.
