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Viktor looked down at Elena, she was licking his still hard cock clean. She had not let go of his gaze and Viktor admired the way the rhinestones sparkled in the soft light. His wicked dove.

“On your feet, dove,” he told her and she gracefully got up. It was evidence of how far along she was in her recovery. She had been right, he was trying to hold back, trying to not acknowledge how much better