Mira's body jerked violently as Viktor's finger sank deeper into her pussy.

But the tightness wasn't virginal—it was different. The pink walls gripped his finger desperately, but the texture told a story. Stretched. Used. Not by a man recently, but by something else.

Years of fucking herself with that wooden dildo.

Her petals had bloomed outward from the abuse—the inner lips protruding slightly beyond the outer, creating that flower-like appearance. Pink flesh that had been pulled and stretched by her own desperate hands night after night.

A MILF who'd kept herself shaved and clean while destroying her own pussy in lonely frustration.

"Mmmph! Mmm!" Mira's muffled protests grew weaker.

Viktor pulled his finger out, examining the cream coating it. Then without warning, he pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger.

And pulled.

The pink nub stretched impossibly, the hood pulling back to expose the sensitive flesh beneath. Viktor yanked it outward, twisting slightly.

"AHHHHH!" Mira's scream was strangled by his thighs.

Her mouth flew open in a perfect O, tongue lolling out like a fish gasping for air. Her green eyes went wide, pupils blown, tears streaming instantly from the corners. Saliva splashed from her open mouth, soaking through his underwear.

Her face turned crimson—not just from arousal but from the pressure of his thighs cutting off circulation. The lack of oxygen mixed with the pain-pleasure, making her vision swim.

Viktor held the pinch for several agonizing seconds before releasing her clit.

Then his hands moved to her ass, gripping both cheeks hard. He yanked her down—pulled her pussy directly onto his face.

"W-What?! Where are you, young master?!" Mira's panicked voice came out muffled and confused.

She tried to look around but couldn't see him anymore. Just felt his grip on her ass, felt something wet pressing against her exposed pussy—

Then teeth sank into her flesh.

"AHHHHNN~!!" Mira's scream mixed with a guttural moan that she'd never made before.

Viktor bit down on her pussy lips—not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to make every nerve ending explode. His teeth scraped along the pink petals, tugging them before releasing and moving to bite a different spot.

Then his tongue joined in.

He licked along her slit, tasting the sweetness mixed with her desperation. His tongue pushed between her folds, seeking her entrance while his teeth continued their assault.

Bite. Lick. Suck. Bite again.

"Hnnngh~! Ahhh~! N-No~!" Mira writhed on top of him, trying to lift herself up, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

But Viktor's hands held her ass in a vice grip. Every time she tried to rise, he yanked her back down, burying his face deeper in her cunt.

His tongue found her hole and thrust inside, fucking her with the wet muscle while his nose pressed against her clit.

Mira's arms trembled, barely holding her weight. Her massive tits swung beneath her, dragging across his soft belly with each movement.

Then Viktor's hands moved.

They slid up from her ass, fingers reaching around and up under the bunched fabric of her dress. They found her hanging tits, groping blindly until—

There.

His fingers closed around her nipples.

They were massive. At least an inch long, thick as his pinky finger. Already rock hard from arousal, they filled his grip perfectly.

Viktor pinched both simultaneously.

And pulled.

"AHHHHHH~!!" Mira's scream tore through the garden.

He yanked her nipples downward with merciless force, stretching them impossibly long. The tissue went taut, veins bulging blue beneath the skin. Her heavy tits lifted slightly from the pull, flesh distending.

At the same time, he yanked her ass down harder onto his face.

His mouth sealed over her pussy completely, tongue driving deep while he sucked hard. The combination of sensations—nipples being tortured, pussy being devoured, oxygen deprivation from his thighs—shattered her.

Mira's eyes rolled back completely, showing only whites.

Her tongue lolled out further, drool pouring from her mouth in thick strings. Her whole body convulsed violently as the orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.

"Hnnngh~!! Ahhhhnn~!! Cumming~!!" The words came out slurred, barely intelligible.

Her pussy clenched and spasmed around Viktor's tongue, gushing fluid directly into his mouth. Wave after wave of cream flooded out, coating his face, dripping down his neck.

Viktor drank it greedily, his tongue still fucking her through the orgasm while his fingers twisted her nipples cruelly.

Mira's arms gave out.

She collapsed forward completely, face smashing into his crotch. Her tongue hung out, touching the wet fabric of his underwear where precum had soaked through.

Her eyes were glazed, unfocused—the expression of someone completely fucked stupid.

Like a drugged dog.

A widow who hadn't cum from another person in years—maybe ever this hard—finally experiencing what her body had been begging for.

Viktor released her nipples and shoved her off to the side.

Mira rolled onto the dirt beside him, landing on her back. Her dress was bunched up around her thighs, leaving her pussy completely exposed. Her legs splayed wide, trembling uncontrollably.

And she was still cumming.

Fresh gushes of fluid poured from her pink hole, mixing with the dirt beneath her.

Her pussy lips quivered and clenched around nothing, cream frothing at her entrance as her body milked itself dry.

So pent up. So desperate. Years of frustrated masturbation with a wooden dildo finally releasing.

Viktor sat up, causing her body to fall like a defeated enemy, completely destroyed just from a single shot, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

His chin and cheeks glistened with her juices, coating him thoroughly.

He licked his lips, tasting her again—it was bad in taste, unlike the porn depiction, but not completely bad since she had gushed so much at once to dilute her own taste into nothingness, just a slimy, pungent, salty taste.

Then he stood, looking down at her.

Mira lay in the dirt, chest heaving, tits hanging to either side, nipples raw and elongated from abuse within her robe.

Her face was a mess—tear-stained, drool-covered, eyes barely focused. Her pussy still leaked steadily, the pink flesh pulsing.

From above, she looked completely wrecked. Destroyed. A thick-bodied MILF reduced to a twitching, cumming mess in the garden dirt.

Viktor shook his head.

"And here I thought you'd be an experienced woman."

The words came out cold. Dismissive.

He turned and started walking away, not looking back.

What he was going to say was crude, but knowing how he needed to give her both carrots and sticks to secure her loyalty and also punish her for squirting on his face.

"You're useless to me if you're not experienced enough to please me." His voice carried across the garden. "What a waste."

Behind him, Mira's eyes snapped into focus.

Her body was still trembling, still cumming, pleasure still flooding through every nerve—

But his words cut through it all like a knife.

'Useless...?'

The word echoed in her mind.

Tears formed—different from the pleasure-tears. These burned with something else. Hurt. Rejection. Shame that had nothing to do with arousal.

She'd just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body was still singing with it, pussy still gushing, nipples still throbbing.

But he'd called her useless.

Not good enough.

A waste.

Fresh sobs wracked her body as she lay there in the dirt, dress torn, pussy exposed and leaking, completely alone.

The widow who'd thought maybe—just maybe—she'd found something.

Only to be discarded like trash.

Viktor's footsteps was fading, each crunch of grass under his bare feet pulling at something deep inside Mira's chest.

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