His cock driving up into her, her body forced down with each thrust, her breasts bouncing in Victor's direct line of sight, swinging forward with each impact, the wet flesh of them, the nipples dark and hard, the jiggle of them as the pace increased—
PAH. PAH. PAAH.
"AAAHH~!! AAAHH~!! AAAAHHH~!!♡♡"
Her thighs were dripping. The mixture of rain and blood and her own arousal — that shameful, uncontrollable wetness that had built through the past hour of rain and his hands and his mouth and his eyes — ran from between her thighs and fell.
Onto Victor's upturned face.
He made a sound that was not human.
His body tried to move. His legs refused. He was fixed there, kneeling in the mud below her, below them, receiving everything that fell from the place where his fiancée was being fucked above him.
"MONSTER—" The word came out of him in a sob. "YOU FUCKING MONSTER—HOW CAN YOU—SHE'S—SHE'S MINE—"
PAH. PAH. PAH. PAAH.
"HNGH~!! HIEKK~!! AHH~!! AHH~!!♡"
Elena felt it building.
