The ritual was forming in his mind. A corruption ceremony. A summoning that would require the perfect mixture of sacred and profane.
But first...
His hand moved from Elara's ass to her chest, groping roughly until he found her breast through the fabric of her dress. He squeezed hard, using it like a handle.
"Up," he commanded.
He pulled.
Elara's back arched violently as Viktor hauled her upright by her breast, her body bending backward until her spine formed a perfect curve. Her hips remained pressed against his, impaled on his cock, but now her upper body was pulled against his chest.
"Ahhhn!" The moan escaped her lips freely now, loud and desperate.
The new angle changed everything. Viktor's cock drove even deeper, the tip kissing her cervix with each thrust. Her pussy had no choice but to accommodate him, stretching to its absolute limit.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
