Still coated in Bella's fluids. Still impossibly hard. Still hot.
Pressing against her pussy through the torn fabric, the head spreading her lips.
"No—you bastard—you're still covered in—you didn't even clean—ahhn!"
Viktor didn't wait. Didn't prepare her. He pushed forward, the head of his cock spreading her lips, the fabric of her torn panties pushed aside as he—
"HNGHHHH!!"
—buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Eight inches. Balls deep. One motion.
Kaida's back arched violently, spine bending at an impossible angle. Her hands fisted in the bedsheets, knuckles white. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle tensing.
"Fuck," Viktor groaned, feeling her walls clench around him like a vice. "You're as tight as Bella was."
Kaida's legs trembled, thighs quivering. "You—hah—you bastard—you just—came in me—while still—ahhn—covered in her—!"
