Viktor chuckled darkly, hips rocking in a slow, claiming rhythm, balls brushing her chin with each push. Precum leaked steadily down her throat, forcing her to swallow around him, the wet gulps loud in the quiet chamber.
Pah pah PAH!
"Hngh~! Ounghh~~!! HIEKK~!!!"
Tina's body arched slightly off the bed, her recovered strength letting her hands finally move—clutching at his thighs not to push away, but to steady herself as she took more. Her nipples stood out like hard little peaks, sensitive and aching from his constant rough handling.
The devilish look never left his face, eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched the proud guild mistress reduced to a teary, cock-stuffed mess on her own healing bed.
He pulled out suddenly with a wet pop, his massive cock slapping wetly against her flushed cheek, leaving a trail of her spit across her face. Tina gasped for air, coughing softly, lips swollen and shiny.
