"f**k me, Viktor," I panted.
"Jesus, fuck." His fingers gripped into my hip and he withdrew and pounded into me again, the entire time slapping my c**t with two fingers, almost like he was slapping it.
"You want it hard, baby?"
Did I want it hard? I wasn't so sure about that. I had to admit my previous s****l experience hadn't been so varied or gratifying. Hard didn't sound like a good thing… but Viktor was probably going to be the one who could make hard feel good.
Sweat broke out on my forehead as he bumped in and out of me, still slapping my c**t. I wanted more of something. "Yeah," I breathed.
He ignored my c**t and took hold of both my hips, driving deep. He must have found the perfect angle to enter me, because the head of his p***s was hitting what must have been the legendary
