The tall man fucked her. Hard. Fast. The pace was brutal. Each thrust drove her body forward. Each withdrawal pulled her back. Her ass, round and firm, rippled with each impact. The sound, wet and sharp, echoed through the hall.
"You should not have gone deeper into the royal family," the tall man grunted. His hips, slamming forward, drove his cock deeper. "Now we are going deep inside of you."
Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! PAAAH!
"I am going to take revenge!" Mireille screamed. Her voice, broken by the thrusts, came out in fragments. "I am going to... the royal family... I will... I will kill..."
"You will die," the tall man said. "Your family will die. Your daughter will die."
'Daughter.'
Behind the balustrade, Johana heard the word. Her body, already frozen, went rigid. The hands over her mouth tightened. The eyes, wide and wet, stared through the gap in the stone.
'They know about me. They know I exist. They are going to kill me too.'
