'It does make us live, pound deep and suck... but...' Viktor wanted to give logic but he ignored her. He walked towards Helena as he wanted to talk dirty specially how he was and how fuckable she looked.
All seemed like backdrop now.
He stopped directly in front of her, close enough that her exposed breast brushed against his chest.
"We're going to build our home," he murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear while fingers resting on her hourglass-like body, trailing up and palm enjoying her flinching. "Your body is going to be the foundation. Your pussy and ass are going to birth every room, every wall, every piece of furniture."
"Ah..." Helena trembled, but didn't look away. Her brown eyes were glazed, still hazy from her orgasm minutes ago.
"And Elara?" Viktor glanced over his shoulder feeling Helena letting her body loose and press more towards him. "You're going to watch your future being built. Consider it... orientation."
