Wet with Veronica's interior.
Thick and half-hard and warm against the cold air. She looked at it and then she looked at Veronica, who was already leaning in from the other side, her tongue finding the base of him.
"Mmmhh—"
Elena's mouth opened.
Found the head.
The two of them working him simultaneously — Veronica at the base, Elena at the tip, their tongues meeting occasionally at the shaft, both their mouths working the length of him between them. Veronica's hands spread against his thighs. Elena's hands cupped his balls, her fingers moving the way she'd learned from watching Marga earlier.
Victor watched.
His fiancée and his mother. Kneeling together in the mud of his father's grave. Both of them with their mouths on the cock that had just—
"You motherfucker," he whispered.
The same two words.
