A man inside tapped his cock against Eliantra's face again—once, twice—the heavy flesh making soft, wet sounds against her skin. Eliantra made a broken noise, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed with shame and something far worse.
Elena's mouth opened, but no sound came except that wounded girl saw it.
'Viktor...?'
"Three months," Viktor continued, staring straight into the mirror—straight at her. "And I will give her a sibling."
"No—" Eliantra's voice cracked. "She'll see—she can't—"
He turned her mother's face toward him. For one suspended second Elena watched the older woman's lips part, trembling, before Viktor pushed forward. The thick head of his cock slid between her mother's lips with a wet pop. Eliantra's eyes widened, then rolled back helplessly as her cheeks hollowed.
"Slurr… Mmhnn~~…"
