No… Stop!

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Their hands moved with an unspoken understanding, Viktor's fingers deftly navigating the clasp of Vela's bra while she skillfully undid the buttons on his jeans.

In a synchronized dance of desire, liberation was a shared venture.

As Vela's bra gracefully slipped away, revealing the subtle contours of her breast, Viktor's jeans followed suit, pooling at his feet.

With mutual laughter dancing between them, they discarded their remaining layers, casting aside any remnants of inhibition.

In the dimly lit room, their bodies intertwined like the verses of a passionate poem, finding solace in the haven of the neatly arranged bed.

"For so long, I carried the weight of existence," Viktor confessed, his voice a soft murmur in the intimate space. "But you, Vela, you've become my beacon of hope."

Vela, her eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and desire, responded, "No. You are wronh about yourself. I've always seen the light in you, Viktor."

As Viktor explored the landscape of Vela's body, he savored every note in the symphony of her sighs and moans. "Your vulnerabilities are a canvas of beauty," he whispered, his breath a warm caress against her skin.

Immersed in desire, Viktor yearned for more than just hands; he fantasized about possessing five mouths to devour every inch of Vela's essence.

With each bite, lick, and suck, Vela surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of pleasure.

Their words, interwoven with the silent language of shared desires, set the stage for an exploration of emotions in the intimate canvas of that room.

Viktor, unable to contain his admiration, uttered, "You're truly beautiful, Vela. Radiant and enchanting."

As their bodies merged, a symphony of moans and whispers permeated the air, crafting a distinctive melody that echoed the profoundness of their connection.

Viktor, in his pursuit of endurance, gifted her with lingering, intense kisses on her nipples, skillfully twisting another, while his agile hand delved into her realm of pleasure, her clitoris.

The rhythmic exploration of her erogenous zones led to convulsions, leaving her pale form writhing in the throes of ecstasy.

The air became a canvas for their shared expressions of pleasure, punctuated by the rhythmic cadence of their breaths – "Ahhh... hhh... hhh..." – each exhalation echoing the crescendo of their intimate symphony.

Viktor's playful exploration persisted until Vela's ecstatic cries echoed through the air, marking the peak of her pleasure.

Vela's whimpers and tears added a touch of endearing vulnerability to the intimate scene.

With deliberate gentleness, Viktor inserted his dick to Vela's wet vagina, and she engulfed iy willingly, the immediate response accompanied by a symphony of subdued moans and sighs.

"Ah... inside of you throbhing convulsively. It's... ahhh... so God damn feels good." Viktor whispered.

Their connection deepened as Viktor's movements became a rhythmic dance of passion, back and forward.

"You're exquisite, Vela. Absolutely stunning," Viktor lavished praise upon her as his hand played with her two small tender breasts with hardened cute nipples.

For a brief moment, Vela held her breath, the air thick with anticipation.

Then, she surrendered to the sensations as Viktor skillfully orchestrated the movement of his hips, creating a seamless ebb and flow that intensified the shared experience of pleasure.

"Quicker... deeper," Vela's whispered request hung in the air, a plea laced with desire that Viktor willingly embraced.

In response, Viktor heightened the tempo of their shared dance, each movement a deliberate step toward heightened ecstasy.

The symphony of their passion intensified, resonating with the anticipation of the imminent climax.

As the electric tension built, Vela's hands found their way to Viktor's neck, the touch both sensual and commanding.

Her fingers delicately tightened, adding an element of playful dominance to their intimate connection.

Fuelled by Vela's touch, Viktor's arousal surged, propelling him to quicken his motions until they both teetered on the edge of release.

"URGHHH!!! Urghhhh!!!" Viktor's primal growls reverberated as the culmination of their shared passion cascaded over them.

As Viktor reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, the grip that was once a source of pleasure morphed into a vise-like hold, intensifying to the point where discomfort invaded every inch of his being.

The searing pressure radiated from Vela's hand, crawling mercilessly from his throat to the very edges of his lips, nose, and eyes.

"V-vel... Vela...," Viktor's plea escaped through gritted teeth, his voice a strained melody in the midst of the escalating intensity.

The taut tendons in Vela's hand reached their zenith, resulting in a choking hindrance to Viktor's breath.

The skeletal structure of his neck emitted ominous sounds, akin to the ominous creaking of something on the precipice of snapping—a slow, agonizing symphony that mirrored the crescendo of their passion in a disconcerting harmony.

"No... stop," Viktor managed to say.

But luck turned in Viktor's favor. The guy, caught up in adult stuff that went wrong, managed to turn things around.

The vice-like grip of the strangulation released its hold, and Viktor instinctively flung Vela's body across the room.

The impact was jarringly intense as she collided with the far end, crashing onto a robust teakwood study table that defiantly withstood the force.

"Hey?! What's going on with you? Oh, damn it!" Rather than probing into the abrupt shift in Vela's behavior, Viktor found himself fixated on the crimson stream trickling down, staining his toes.

In that moment, Viktor stood frozen, a statue carved by the chisel of a haunting past.

The trauma, etched with memories of suffering and the visceral sight of spilled blood, propelled Viktor into a distant state of consciousness.

His eyes remained transfixed on the blood that adorned Vela's wounded form, her head bearing the cruel aftermath.

"You're... hurt, Vela...," he finally murmured, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"Huh? What? What should I do? No. Vela, I'm sorry you're hurt. Please forgive me. What do I do?! Should we go to the hospital?!" Viktor's desperate plea echoed through the room, the weight of the situation settling heavily upon him.

In a frantic urgency, he hurried towards Vela, driven by a mix of guilt and concern, unsure of how to navigate the unexpected turn of events.