Behind the wall, Kaida's orgasm hit her mid curse, and the curse collapsed into a long, shameless, wobbling moan that carried across the entire garden, her legs kicking out straight, her fingers buried to the knuckle, her milk spraying.
Two moans and one scream echoed off the tower, layering over each other, and somewhere in the flower bed a plug sat gleaming in the sun, and the garden rang with the aftermath for a long breathless moment.
Viktor, buried in a climaxing woman with two wives audibly coming in the shrubbery, rolled his eyes toward the sky and made a mental note to be more thorough in future hunts.
