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Sara Kraft: The House Guest by Sigma
Victor Mason walked out of his bathroom and into his spacious, tastefully furnished bedroom, clearing his throat and scratching his still-damp head of graying hair. With only a towel around his rather large waist, he walked to his closet and opened it to reveal a collection of tailored suits of varying shades, with matching shoes on the floor below.
He began thumbing through his selections and whistling a tune when he felt the press of cold metal against the back of his head and heard a click. A smirk crossed his face as he raised his hands.
"Sara..." he muttered.
"Victor..." Sara Kraft answered, her finger on the trigger.
"Did you kill my men?"
"They're just resting," she answered. "Where's the book?"
"It's safe."
"Well, let's go for a walk, shall we?"
Victor shrugged. "Can I put some clothes on first?"
Sara looked down at the towel on his waist. "Please do."
Sara looked down at the towel on
his waist and, with her gun still pressed to the back of Victorfs head, grabbed
it and pulled it off, exposing the crime boss.
gSo, thatfs how wefre playing this?h
Victor chuckled and shook his head, his flaccid, 8-inch manhood exposed.
gItfs your home, Victor. No need be to be modest,h Sara taunted
him. gNow be a good lad and walk me to wherever youfre keeping the book. Before you catch a cold.h
Victor shrugged his broad
shoulders. gWhatever you say.h
There was a pause as the mob boss
half turned his head to his captor, who stared at him from behind a pair of
mirrored sunglasses. He looked at the gun being pressed against his temple.
gThatfs a nice piece. Itfd look good in my collection.h
gAnd a bullet would look good in
your skull. Move, fat man,h Sara ordered.
Before the busty Brit could finish
her insult, she let out a curse and her gun went off. Victor had spun out of
her way and, in one fluid movement, grabbed her wrist with one large hand and
put the other around her throat.
"Fucking hell!" She gagged and staggered back. Victorfs hand tightened on her wrist and wrenched it so that the gun fell out of her hand. She then felt herself fly back and across the room before she came to sudden, harsh stop after slamming into a dresser.
"Ugh..." she moaned, falling to her knees and holding her back.
gHow the fuck are you gonna let guy twice your age get the drop on you?h Victor taunted.
Sara looked up at him, and noticed the muscles on his arm, a strong contrast to his prominent beer belly. The manfs cock was stiffening. She looked across the floor and saw her gun, before going for the one that was still holstered on her other leg, but a swift kick to the jaw stopped her from drawing it.
gNo, no. Wefre doing this the old-fashioned way, sister.h
Sara growled and lunged at him, but he grabbed her arm when she threw a punch, pulled her in, and lifted her above his head as though she was weightless. She felt a meaty hand squeeze her ass before she came down, the small of her back slamming into his knee.
gAh!!h Sara screamed and toppled to the floor. Pain wracked her body and she tried clawing her way across the floor to the closed bedroom door.
gI kinda wish were you one of those costumed super bimbos right now,h Victor said, walking toward her. gAt least then this would have been a decent fight.h
Sara gasped as Victor wrapped one arm around her neck and forced her up to her knees. The other hand slid down the front of her tank top and kneaded her right tit.
"You dumb cunt. If you had just broken in here and I caught you, I'd have roughed you up a bit and tossed you out. But you pull a gun on me in my own house? That's gonna cost ya," Victor said with a laugh.
She could feel his fully-stiff cock against her back as everything started to grow dark.
Victor tightened his grip for a few more moments as Sara thrashed in a pathetic attempt to break out of the hold. She clawed at his forearm and tried to elbow him, but that just made him double down by flexing his bicep and squeezing her tit harder in his attempt to subdue her. Soon, she went limp, and her struggling stopped. gNight-night,h he said before letting her limp body fall to the floor. He then stood up, running his hands down her ample body as he rose.
The door to the bedroom opened moments later and several men in suits barged in, guns drawn.
Victor looked up at his men as they lowered their weapons. "We're gonna have a serious chat about situational awareness, boys."
"Sorry boss..." some of them muttered.
"You want us to take care of her, boss?" One guy asked, looking down at their busty captor where she lay, splayed out on the floor with her eyes rolled back.
Victor looked her over, his cock still rock hard. "I got this one, Jimmy, thank you. You boys can have a crack when I'm done."
He grabbed Sara by the neck and lifted her up. She groaned again as the mob boss threw her over his shoulder and walked out of the room, one hand squeezing her firm ass while he whistled to himself.
"Jimmy," Victor paused and turned back to his men.
"Yeah boss?" Slim Jimmy stepped forward.
"Clean that gun and add it to my collection," Victor ordered, pointing to the magnum that lay on the floor. He then looked and removed the second gun from the holster on the Sara's thigh and handed it to his henchman. "Gifts from our houseguest."
gSure thing, boss,h Jimmy answered. gUh, you want me to get you some clothes?h
gWhat for, Jimmy? Itfs my fucking house,h he answered with a smirk before walking off with his prize, whistling as he walked down the hall.
***
Sara gasped and woke up when the water splashed against her skin, and she thrashed for a few seconds before looking up and realizing that she was bound at the wrists and dangling from the ceiling, though her feet touched the floor. He her tank top and shorts were completely soaked through, and water dripped from her hair and face.
Victor laughed and set the bucket down on the cold, concrete floor next to him. They were in a dimly lit, spacious basement that was bare of any furniture except for a metal table with two chairs.
Sara began laughing and looked Victor in the eye. gI am going enjoy kicking your fat arse when I get out of this,h Sara promised.
gYeah? Like upstairs?h Victor asked, walking around his captive. gSee, thing is, I think youfre a liar just as much as you are thief. But youfve been in this situation before right? You know what happens next, he said as he walked behind her, his feet splashing in the puddles on the floor. Once he was behind her, he ran his hands along her bare arms before sliding one down the front of her tank top and squeezed her right tit.
Sara winced and then growled. gYou fucking twat. Get your hands off me.h
gYou donft know when to stop pushing people around, do you?h Victor said with a laugh while still playing with her tit. He pulled her in tight against his chest, and a loud clap echoed throughout the room when he slapped her ass.
gAhh!h Sara squealed and jumped before regaining her composure.
"You like that?" Victor asked with a grin. He pulled down Sara's shorts and slapped her ass a few more times, causing the ample meat to jiggle and turn red. Victor walked around her and the chains suspending Sara rattled with her struggling, which got only more intense as Victor grabbed her by the jaw, forced a ball gag into her mouth, and tied it tight. There was an indignant, defiant look in Sara's eyes as her shoulders and chest heaved with agitated, heavy breathing.
And that look died out when Victor slapped her across the face.
"Nuh uh. You don't get to barge into my house, pull a gun on me, and then get pissy when I get the drop on you," he said while pulling her in close. He then slid two large fingers down the front of her shorts. Sara gasped against her gag and spit dribbled from her lips as Victor inserted his fingers into her. "Ah, shit. Already wet. Don't make his too easy for me."
Sara mumbled something, but was ignored. She squirmed, and her muscles tensed as she tried to wiggle out of the chains keeping her arms above her head, but the only escape was a muffled "NO!" as victor grabbed her tank top and tore it open. He cast the destroyed garment aside and then pulled down the black sports bra that barely held those magnificent 38 DDs in place. Sara's nipples stood fully erect as she fought harder, and her newly freed tits shook with her struggling. She kicked at Victor in defiance, but the mob boss laughed and caught his captive's shapely leg and held it under his arm. He slapped her thigh before slapping her right tit, causing her to squeal again.
He then spun her around and pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles before forcing her to face him again. One hand went around Sara's neck and Victor lifted her off the ground. Their eyes met, Sara's full of defiant, white-hot rage, and Victor's full of cruel lust.
He licked his lips and squeezed, and the look on Sara's face shifted to one of worry as she stopped thrashing. Victor then laugh and let her go, slapping her across the face when she swung toward him, before pacing around her, his cock now fully erect itself. Sharp slaps on Sara's ass left red hand prints, and she panted when he began rubbing his fingers against her outer lips.
Her breathing was short and
shallow, and the ball gag was covered with her saliva as Victor slowly rubbed
his fingers back and forth. "I'm gonna take that gag out of your mouth and
you're gonna play nice, got it?"
She stared at him with renewed anger.
"I didn't hear you!" Victor said, slapping her again in the labia.
She squeaked and relented by nodding. Within moments, the ball gag as undone and on the floor.
"So no backtalk, right?"
"Yes,"
"Yes, what?" Victor asked with another slap to the face.
"Yes sir!"
"Fast learner," the mob boss said with the laugh.
Sara's thick thighs quivered as she struggled to maintain her footing, and her chest heaved with each breath. Her head went back as Victor pulled her hair and inserted two fingers, in and out in a slow, steady motion.
"Uh...UGH!" Sara groaned, trying to fight the sensation back as much as she good, but her grunting only got deeper and more frequent as her tormentor picked up the pace,
Victor got to his knees, but looked up as he continued his assault, a wet sloshing sound emanating with his thrusting. "Got something to say?" he asked Sara when he saw her looking down at him.
"I can barely feel that, fat man!" she taunted. "AGH!" Her screams echoed off the stone walls and her chains rattled as Victor held his fingers inside of her in place and pushed her up into the air. She could feel herself throbbing around him, her juices flowing down his fingers as he pinched, and after a few moments he lowered her back down.
"Now what did you say?"
"Nothing..." she groaned, and then went back up and came back down after a few more seconds. "Nothing, sir!" she corrected herself.
"Atta girl," Victor said while taking his fingers out.
Sara sighed with relief and swung back and forth in her bonds while Victor grabbed a small, thin stick that bent when he waved it. Her eyes followed him as he walked around her, and she tensed up when she realized what was coming next.
Sharp, quick slaps against her ass over the few her minutes left plenty of red marks, the kind that meant Sara wasn't going to be sitting for a while, she imagined. She screamed with each sharp strike, feeling the meat of her ass jiggle, and it was the same when Victor moved down to her thighs.
"Spread those legs!" Victor barked.
She obeyed, hoping he wouldn't hit as hard. When he slapped, she tried moving, but he pulled her back by her hair and taunted her, asking where she was running to, and she groaned when he struck her calves, daring her to try running again.
And yet, Sara's nipples remained erect and her pussy still throbbed.
The torment continued for several more minutes and, with Sara's ass spanked raw, Victor tossed the stick aside and walked around her again, slapping the back of his hand against her tight stomach.
"You take good care of yourself, huh? Gotta admire that. Me? I like to eat well," he laughed and slapped his rotund gut.
"Hopefully that means you'll drop dead, fatty!" Sara couldn't help herself.
"You. Just. Don't. Know. When. To. Shut. Up!" Victor said, slapping her tits with each word, causing her to grunt and groan with each hit. He then pulled her hair back and put his lips to hers while shoving two fingers back into her pussy. His thrusting was and rough, causing her to scream against his lips as she felt herself getting wetter. Juices erupted all over the man's fingers and splattered on the concrete and Victor pulled out, laughing.
"Shit!
Sara breathed heavily and heard the chains rattle as she was lowered to the floor. Victor had lowered her chains so she was on her knees, in her own cum, and she barely had time to collect herself before Victor's member was in her mouth down to his balls. She tried to pull back, but a large hand on her head forced her down. When it pulled her back, she gasped for air, gagged, and then was back on it, bobbing back and forth until Victor pulled her back again. He took one look in her eyes, smacked her across the face, and then forced her back onto his cock.
He thrust his hips in time with her movements, and when she tried to pull back for air, he forced her to stay where she was. Her tongue worked his shaft, covering every possible inch and nearly ramming the back of her throat with its engorged length. The aging mob boss grunted with each thrust, his grip tight on her hair as he threw his own head back.
Before long, Sara's eyes went wide as a hot, stick steam shot into her mouth, and she coughed most of it up as Victor pulled back and pushed her away. He arms lowered and the chain that was keeping her suspended fell to the floor. Victor's hands grabbed her wrists and pulled the bonds off before throwing them aside and pushing her back to the floor.
Her whole body quivered from the
experience, and she writhed, her clothes still technically on, while she tried
clearing her head. Before she could do anything else, she felt herself being
dragged across the floor. What remained of her clothes were
removed completely and Victor yanked on her hair.
"Up!" he commanded.
Something compelled Sara to comply and she stood back up.
"I wonder if any of those costumed bimbos break this easily. I'm gonna have to find out one of these days.
Sara simply stood, cum dripping from her mouth and from in between her legs. Her slender shoulders moved with her breathing, and she heard Victor walking behind her.
"Ah!" she screamed when he pulled her hair and lead her through the basement. They reached a small, metal table and Victor pulled her around and bent her over it. He used rope to secure her wrists and ankles to it and then smacked her ass again, before he squeezing her red, quivering cheeks and spreading them.
Sara looked back as best she could, as though she knew what was next, but before she could object, Victor's face was close enough that she could feel his hot breath and he held a large, clear butt plug close to her face. It was roughly six inches long and two inches wide at its widest point.
"It's the wife's, before you ask," Victor told her. "She's out of town visiting that bitch of a mother of hers."
"Can't keep her satisfied yourself, big man?" Sara asked him.
"You got a pair on you, sister," Victor laughed and disappeared.
"Wait, no, no, no! AAHHH!" Sara screamed when she felt it being slid in into her asshole. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms, and curled her toes, fighting against the rope bonds that held her against the table.
"Perfect fit!" Victor taunted once it was in all the way. "You're like the Cinderella of anal!"
Sara screamed as Victor thrust the toy in and out and she screamed louder when the anal assault caused her to squirt all over Victor's legs and the floor underneath her, but even after she squirted, Victor kept going in and out of her ass, forcing her asshole open and closed with each thrust. He slammed it home, bringing her closer and closer to another flood, and she screamed and groaned each time, her limbs thrashing in their bonds in pained ecstasy.
Victor put a hand on Sara's back to hold her down when he noticed her try to stand up, and he applied his generous weight as he thrust the toy in deeper, twisting it as went in, and then twisting it again as it came out.
"ah...Ah....AH!" Sara's cries filled the room, as did the sounds of her juices splattering on the floor, and Victor's grunts as if he were working to go even deeper.
With each thrust, it seemed as though the busty British captive's body was more and more welcoming of the assault, until she shook with one more tremor and flooded the basement floor again.
Victor smirked and looked down at his cock as it stood fully erect once more, and he threw the plug to the side and inserted himself between Sara's cheeks. The opening received him easily, and he grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust in and out, in and out, groaning with pleasure each time as his ravished captive had no choice to but to take it.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he stood on the tips of his toes to get leverage on Sara, as her asshole squeezed around his member. He squeezed her left ass cheek where it was raw, and Sara whimpered and squealed. He then undid the bonds keeping her wrists tied, but batted her arms away when she swung them at him.
There was a pause, and Sara looked back as she felt Victor untie the rope around her ankles, but the when pulled her back by her hair again and threw her to the floor.
With his cock still fully erect, Victor stood over Sara. "Spread them,"
She spread her legs wide, waiting for him to enter, and the big man fell to his knees, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her in before guiding himself home, slowly. Sara gasped, and Victor put a hand on her shoulder as he began slamming her, right there on the concrete floor of his basement.
Her tits jiggled with the movement, and the rhythmic, steady sound of flesh slapping against flesh complemented their mutual groaning, grunting, and panting in heated, sweaty, pleasure. Her arms thrashed as if trying to find something to get a grip on, and slapped against the hard floor underneath her when Victor wouldn't let up.
Victor leaned in and took the right tit into his mouth while playing with the left. He then switched up, never once breaking his rhythm. When then slid a hand underneath, causing Sara to arch her back as she rocked her hips in time with his motions. When Victor lifted his head back up, a wide, wolf-like smile crossed his face as his eyes locked with Sara's again.
Sara looked Victor in his eyes and smiled. Her smile widened when Victor got a stunned look on his face after Sara thrust a fist forward and hit the mob boss in his throat.
The big man grunted a curse, gagged from the surprise blow, and toppled to the side while holding his neck after Sara pushed him away. She then scrambled to her feet and looked at Victor where he lay on the floor before scanning the room and locating the only door out. She ran for it, stepping on Victor's ribs and vaulting over him on the way and narrowly avoiding having her ankle grabbed by the man.
Victor was on his feet and in pursuit just as Sara managed to unlock the door and get it open. She slammed it shut with a loud bang behind her, and had just enough time to duck when a punch came flying at her from the side.
She had counted on a man being posted outside the door. Fortunately, it was just one.
She grabbed the suited goon's head and slammed him face first into the door, knocking him out instantly. She then put the limp body against the door, the weight keeping Victor from pushing the door out and opening it.
Furious bangs and shouts echoed from the other side, and Sara laughed and gave a mocking salute before turning and running down the hallway behind her.
"Agh. Fucking hell..." She said as she limped just a bit, favoring her tender red ass as it jiggled when she ran.
***
Sara moved silently through the halls of Victor's mansion, having thought twice about leaving. She needed to get what she came for, and Victor's men were so loud and clumsy, she'd hear them coming from a mile away and be able to avoid them. Her bare feet were silent on the wooden floors, and her still stinging ass caused her to consider every step. She was on the second floor of the house, where she knew Victor had various rooms for entertaining guests, and she pressed her back and bare ass against a wall when she heard a woman speaking Spanish from a room with an open door. She peered into the room and saw a short young woman in gray sweats with long, curly, dark hair, wiping down a glass case that contain a large, leather-bound book. A Bluetooth earpiece flashed a blue light in the woman's ear.
Sara smirked, shook her head, and sauntered into the room. The cleaning woman gasped when she saw Sara and backed away from the case.
"Uh...hello. Sorry. You can't be in here. Mr. Victor doesn't like people in here without him," the woman said in a thick Mexican accent. At least, Sara assumed she was Mexican.
Either way, Sara ignored her and touched the case to try and find a way to open it. She heard the woman say something in Spanish to whoever she was with on the phone that sounded like she was ending the call and then turned around. "Open this."
"No, no..." the woman shook her head. "You need to leave, please."
"Once I have this, I will. I don't want any trouble for you."
"Please go," the woman said, clutching the rag in her gloved hands.
"Is Victor all sorted out with the immigration people? I could call a friend and have them come down here and take a look."
The cleaning woman, Isadora, eyed the arrogant naked bitch in front of her and clenched her jaw before stepping back toward her cart of supplies. "I get key..." she said.
"Buena..." Sara said with a mocking smile before turning back to the book. "Mucho buena..." She said, putting her hand on the glass. She jumped when a rag was pressed over her mouth and nose, and the instinctive inhale filled her senses with an all too familiar smell. Chloroform.
Sara thrashed and staggered around the room as the woman, who was roughly 5-foot-3 to Sara's 5-foot-11, clung to her back for dear life while keeping the rag pressed. She clawed at her captor, but it wasn't long before her limbs went slack and everything went dark. The busty, naked Brit was on the floor within seconds, out cold.
Isadora lay on the floor in stunned silence and waited for Sara to move. When she didn't, Isadora climbed to her feet and stood over Sara, staring at her.
"...Your Spanish is terrible. And I'm a citizen, puta!" Isadora finally said with the soaked rag still in hand while she caught her breath She then turned, walked to the door, poked her head out, and scanned a clear hallway before ducking back inside and closing the door behind her.
***
<"Yeah, so I'll meet you later today. I'll call when I get to your place,"> Isadora said. <"Yeah, this one's taller than the others. And I think she's English or something."> She was speaking into her Bluetooth piece in Spanish when someone came in through the open door behind her.
"Hey, Izzy."
Isadora paused her cleaning and turned around and smiled. "Hi, Mr. Mason."
Victor entered the room wearing a bathroom, several of his men behind him as they all scanned the room. "You see anything strange lately?"
Isadora shook her head. "Like what?"
"Someone lurking around who shouldn't be. Don't worry about it. It's nothing serious," he said to her, the frustration in his voice obvious. "If you do, just give a holler and Jimmy and the boys will come running, all right?"
Isadora glanced at the large trash can attached her cart of supplies, but no one noticed. She then looked at Victor and nodded.
Victor walked past her and looked at the glass case holding the book before looking around the rest of the room. "Good work in here. At least someone's doing their job," he chastised while pushing past his shamed men and out the room. "Let's go, boys."
Once Isadora was alone she stepped over to the thrash can on her cart and shifted around some crumpled up paper towels. Sara Kraft was curled up inside, unconscious and with her wrists and ankles bound with duct tape, and her mouth gagged with it. Isadora then covered her back up and grabbed a bottle of glass cleaner.
***
Castro Razo Nazario sat at a bar, somewhere in the city, with a bottle of whiskey in front of him and his gun at his side. All around him, quiet, young, healthy serving girls went from table to table, talking to customers and bringing them drinks. On the other side of the bar, Salvino Cotto Camacho counted a stack of money, his eyes scanning the room and a shotgun underneath the bar in front of him.
As Salvino watched one of the girls lead a customer from his table and to a door that lead to another part of the building, he took s drink. He then turned and looked at Castro.
"Hey. How's your cousin? You were just in the States again, right?"
"Isadora? Thinks she still the fucking queen, of course." Castro laughed and poured himself another shot. "But she's good. We talk on the phone almost every day. She just managed to hook me up again, so you'll hear something soon."
Salvino nodded. "If it's as good as last time, I'm gonna have to send that girl a thank you card."
The two men laughed and looked up when the door the bar opened. At first, they each instinctively went for their guns when they saw the heavy-set American in his nice suit walk through the door, but the two men thought twice about violence when they saw the new arrival flanked by six men in suits, all clearly armed.
"Gentleman," Victor acknowledged them with a nod after removing his sunglasses and looking around the building. He walked up to the bar, took a seat, looked at Castro and his bottle, and then looked at Salvino, ignoring the money in front of him. "I'll have what he's having."
Salvino grabbed an identical bottle and shot glass and handed them to Victor, who quickly took a shot.
"Not bad," the crime boss said. "Not bad at all."
"What brings you here, chief?" Castro asked the man.
"I was in the area," Victor answered him. "I have an employee from around here. She says this is her favorite bar in the city," Victor explained while looking at the serving girls. "I didn't think a place like this would be her scene but..." he trailed off with a shrug and took another shot. "Either of you know Isadora Murillo?"
Castro and Salvino straightened up and looked at each other and then Victor.
"She told me to ask you about your top-shelf product. Particularly, British imports."
The two Colombians eyed each other again, and then looked at the American. They then burst into laughter and Castro slapped Victor across the back before getting up. "Come with me, chief."
Victor got up and followed Castro after Salvino handed him a key with a big smile on his face.
The two men went through the door on the far side of the room, which led into a long, narrow hallway with several rooms behind closed doors on both sides.
"How's
"It's fucking hot," he answered.
Castro chuckled and stopped when they reached a room near the end of the hall. Castro used the key to open the door and stepped aside so Victor could go in first. When he entered the room, a big smile crossed the crime boss's face. "Suddenly, I think I could learn to like this country a lot more."
Sara Kraft lay on a bed, he wrists cuffed to the wall. She was stark naked on a bare, cum-stained mattress, and a look of shock and horror crossed her face when she saw Victor. "Wh...what the fuck?!" Her surprised turned to anger and she fought against her bonds. "You fat bastard! That cleaning lady of yours drugged me and shipped me down to this godforsaken hellhole!" She screamed.
"Oh, Izzy...I'm not even upset," Victor laughed and shook his head. "You're getting a bonus when I get back."
"It's 100 an hour," Castro told him.
Victor produced a wad of cash and held it back over his shoulder. "I want the key to those cuffs too."
"She fights," Castro warned. "Broke a guy's jaw her first day here."
"Oh, I know. I can handle her," Victor grinned and took off his suit jacket.
Castro shrugged and took the money, counting it. "There's over a grand here, chief. You got Viagra on you something?"
"Keep all of it," Victor told him while folding his jacket and placing it on a chair. He then began unbuttoning his shirt. "I promised my boys they could have a crack at her when I'm finished," Victor explained while fishing more money from his pockets. "In fact, whatever they want from the bar while I'm busy, take care of it."
Castro took the second wad of cash and went into his pockets. He pulled out a key for Sara's bonds and put it in Victor's hand. "I can see why Isadora likes working for you, chief."
"She's a good girl, that Izzy," Victor said.
"Well. I'll leave you to it," Castro said while backing out and closing the door behind him.
Victor dropped his pants and underwear, revealing a fully erect cock, and began stroking himself as he walked toward Sara.
"You stay away from me!" Sara spat. "I swear, when I get out of here..."
Her threats were immediately cut short when Victor grabbed her hair and shoved his cock in her mouth.
"You're gonna need to save that energy," he told her with a laugh. "You've got a long day ahead."
Sara nearly gagged as his member was shoved to the back of her throat. Her nipples were erect and she could already feel herself growing wet, and so she closed her eyes and relaxed her jaw as she began working her tongue while Victor began thrusting in and out of her mouth.