The wet, hot, continuous flow of her arousal running over his fingers, soaking through the panty, running down her inner thighs. Her body was producing the honest, comprehensive, uncontrolled response of a woman whose blood had been manipulated and whose cunt had been trained.
"Mmmph~— wait— they can see my leg—"
Her legs were visible. From the side. The thick, soft, pale flesh of her thigh, the dress bunched above it, the position obvious to anyone who happened to glance their way.
"Oh, they can," Viktor said.
He lifted both her legs.
Both of them — his arms hooking behind her knees, pulling her feet off the ground, her body suspended against his chest. Her legs were spread, her pussy completely at display, the white panty soaked, the hairy lips visible through the wet cotton.
She cried out.
"They can see—!"
His tail emerged.
