Ingrid turns back, still grumbling about being reduced to a search dog.
I, on the other hand, head deeper into the pier, following the faint sound of a woman moaning in the distance.
Sounds I know well enough by now to understand exactly what's causing them.
No.
It can't be that.
And yet...
I...
No, I can't believe this...
What the fuck is going on?!
I can barely look at the scene for more than a second.
Selene is bent forward, her back arched while both hands press against the wall.
Her shorts and panties are pulled down to her knees. Her shirt lies discarded at her feet, and her bra has been pushed up beneath her chin, leaving her huge breasts completely exposed.
A man who has to be at least forty is behind her, gripping her tightly by the hips as he fucks her with an almost unreal, animalistic frenzy.
Another middle-aged man stands in front of her with his pants around his ankles, his cock buried in Selene's small mouth.
