Chapter 254 - Mira just got that dirty mind

Mira didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear.His cock sprang free.

Eight inches of swollen, rock-hard flesh. The shaft was flushed dark red, veins bulging along its length, the head glistening with pre-cum that leaked steadily from the slit.

Mira’s breath ghosted over it, making Viktor’s hips jerk involuntarily.

Above him, Mira’s dress rode up. Viktor’s hands moved automatically, gripping the hem and pulling it higher, exposing her ass and the soaked fabric of her panties.

The material clung to her pussy, outlining every fold. A dark wet spot spread across the crotch, evidence of her arousal.

Viktor hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled.

The panties slid aside, revealing her pussy.

Pink, swollen, glistening with arousal. Her slit was already slick, inner lips parted slightly, clit peeking out from its hood.

Viktor’s tongue extended, flicking against her entrance.

"Ahhn—!" Mira’s gasp was sharp.

At the same moment, her mouth opened, lips stretching wide as she took his cockhead between them.

"Mmph—"

Her tongue swirled around the crown, lapping up the pre-cum, tasting the salt and musk. She descended slowly, taking inch after inch into her mouth, her throat working to accommodate his girth.

Viktor’s tongue plunged into her pussy. He licked deep, tasting her arousal, his lips sealing around her entrance as he sucked.

"Nnnghh—!" Mira’s moan vibrated around his cock.

She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis, throat bulging obscenely as she deep-throated all eight inches.

Viktor’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, exposing both her holes. His tongue traced a path from her pussy to her asshole—

"Hyaahh—!" Mira jerked, pulling off his cock with a wet ’pop’. "W-wait—that’s—!"

"You brought it up," Viktor muttered against her pussy, his voice muffled. "Anal with Bella, right? Or Kaida?"

Mira shuddered, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. "B-because—nnh!—because they’ll be tight—"

Viktor’s tongue circled her asshole, applying gentle pressure.

"Aahhnn—!" Mira’s back arched. "Y-you’re such a pervert—!"

"Says the woman who brought it up," Viktor shot back.

"B-but—!" Mira took his cock back into her mouth, sucking hard to muffle her own moans. "Shlrrp—mmph—it’ll hurt them—!"

Viktor pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her pussy. "Exactly. So why suggest it?"

Mira lifted her head again, gasping. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly.

"Because..." She paused, biting her lip. "Because I don’t want those two to get pregnant soon. If they do, there won’t be anyone left to... to pleasure you."

Viktor blinked.

Then he laughed—a short, rough sound. "You know I can stop pregnancies now, right? Did you forget?"

Mira froze.

"Oh," she said after a beat. "Last night... yeah, you told us so many things..."

Her voice trailed off, embarrassed.

Viktor’s hands squeezed her ass. "You just want me to fuck their asses, don’t you?"

"M-maybe..." Mira admitted, her face burning.

"Pervert."

"Shut up and eat me," Mira snapped, then immediately took his cock back into her mouth.

Viktor grinned against her pussy, then resumed licking.

For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the chamber were wet sucking, muffled moans, and the obscene ’schlick-schlick’ of tongues working.

Mira bobbed her head frantically, taking him deep with each descent, her throat constricting around his shaft. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto his pelvis.

"Mmmph—nnnghh—shlrrp—!"

Viktor’s tongue fucked her pussy relentlessly, alternating between plunging deep inside and flicking her clit. His hands spread her ass wider, one thumb pressing against her asshole, applying steady pressure.

"Hyaahhnn—!" Mira pulled off his cock, gasping. "I’m—I’m gonna—!"

"Me too," Viktor groaned, his hips bucking upward.

Mira’s hand stroked his shaft rapidly, her mouth focusing on the head, tongue swirling around the crown.

Viktor’s tongue pressed flat against her clit, rubbing circles.

Mira’s entire body tensed.

"Aahhh—Nnmhh—HNNGH—!"

She came. Hard.

Her pussy clenched, thighs squeezing Viktor’s head, clear fluid gushing from her entrance, soaking his face.

At the same moment, Viktor’s cock erupted.

Thick ropes of cum exploded from the tip, shooting into Mira’s mouth.

"Mmmmph—!" Her eyes went wide.

The first spurt filled her mouth instantly. The second and third overflowed, leaking from the corners of her lips, dripping down his shaft. The fourth and fifth painted her face—across her cheek, her nose, even splattering into her hair.

Viktor kept cumming. Fountain after fountain, each pulse stronger than the last.

Mira tried to swallow, her throat working frantically, but there was too much. Cum leaked everywhere—down her chin, onto his pelvis, pooling at the base of his cock.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pulses slowed.

Mira pulled back, gasping, her face absolutely drenched. Thick strands of cum connected her lips to his cock, stretching before breaking.

"Haahh... haahh..." She panted, tongue lolling out, cum dripping from her chin onto her exposed breasts.

Viktor lay beneath her, chest heaving, his face equally soaked with her arousal.

They stayed like that for several seconds, both completely spent.

Then Mira collapsed forward, her full weight pressing against him, her cum-covered face resting against his still-hard cock as slowly all of his seed stafted to dissolve and get obserbed by her skin, the thicknesd covering her face become lighter.

"You’re... too rough..." she whispered breathlessly.

Viktor chuckled weakly. "Says the woman who just brought up anal unprompted."

"I was horny a bit... Husband," Mira muttered, her voice muffled against his still-hard cock.

Viktor’s hand moved to the back of her head, fingers threading through her cum-soaked hair. He pushed her gently, sliding her face down along his shaft.

Her lips dragged across the thick veins, leaving a trail of saliva mixed with his own seed. Her nose pressed against his balls, inhaling the musky scent.

"Then slide down further," Viktor commanded quietly, his voice rough with exhaustion and lingering arousal.

"Mmph—?" Mira’s confused sound vibrated against his sack.

Viktor didn’t explain. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her body downward.

Mira’s massive tits dragged across his pelvis, the soft flesh molding around his still-erect cock before sliding lower. Her nipples—swollen and sensitive from earlier—grazed his balls, making his hips jerk involuntarily.

"Ahhn—" Mira gasped as her breasts continued their descent, massaging his sack, the weight of them pressing down before sliding further.

She found herself at his knees, then his ankles, completely confused.

Her face was still sticky with his cum, strands of it hanging from her chin, dripping onto the stone floor. She looked up at him, green eyes hazy and unfocused.

"What are you—?"

"Turn around," Viktor interrupted, sitting up slightly. His dark eyes—flashing purple for just a moment—locked onto hers. "And come back up here."

Mira blinked, slowly processing his command through her lust-fogged brain.

She turned, crawling back toward him on her hands and knees, her thick ass swaying with each movement. Her pussy was still dripping, arousal coating her inner thighs, glistening in the dim dungeon light.

When she reached his waist, she paused, looking back over her shoulder.

"I have stretched yours quite a bit," Viktor said, his hand reaching out to grip one of her ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh. "Yet it’s still tight."