Yelena's mind was gone, consumed by horny thoughts that drowned out her rationality. All she could think about was Mika pulling his dick out, revealing its full thickness, letting her see the raw power of it.
As he tugged his underwear lower—she caught a glimpse of the base of his shaft, the veins bulging prominently, pulsing with life. The sight alone sent a rush of heat through her, her pussy growing wet as she stared, transfixed by the thickness, the raw masculinity of it.
She felt a desperate urge to squirt, her body teetering on the edge of release just from the thought of it. Her gaze was lustful, hungry, her breath shallow as she leaned forward, craving the full reveal.
But then—a sharp smell cut through her haze, burning, acrid smoke.
Her lust shattered, replaced by panic as she spun around, realizing the stew on the stove was scorched, tendrils of smoke rising from the pot.
