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The old clock showed midnight and everyone in the house was asleep, except you and Viktor. The moon illuminated on his grimaced face.
You could feel his slight frame writhing pressed to you. He jerked his hips, feeling the two of your fingers in his wetness, his eyelashes twitching as your thumb making circles on his clit. Gripping the sheet that covered both of you, he bit his lips to suppress his whimper.
“That’s it, be quiet, Viki.” You whispered, inserting another finger inside him, while your other hand ran through his soft hair. “We don’t want them to hear you, do we?”
His heated pussy fluttered around your fingers. Despite the bedroom being lightened only by the faint glow of the moon, you could see Viktor’s squeezed eyes and pursed lips, and his desperate attempts to remain silent and not embarrass himself. He buried his face in your shoulder, wrapping himself around your arm. You clould feel your skin poked by his nose.
The only sound in the sleeping house was the old cuckoo clock and his whishing breath but when you pressed harder against his clit, he made a tiny noise.
“Be quiet for me, baby. Remember how happy my parents were, that I married such brilliant and demure scientist like you? They were so proud, and when you told them about your latest research? We don’t want them to know that my sweet husband is also a little whore, right?”
You slid your fingers in and out his hole, every thrust making watery noises. So quiet, suppressed by the sheets, yet so piercing in the quiet night. Viktor’s parted lips blew heated air on your shoulder, a recognizable rhythm that told you he was close.
“W-we don’t.” His voice was trembling. You curled your fingers inside him. “Ah, kurva-… I’m about to-“
You slid your hand out his cunt, your fingers getting coated in his wetness. Viktor whined as quietly as he could, squeezing your arm , looking up at you.
“No, baby, you’ll wake up the whole house, I know you.” You whispered, stroking his hair and putting your hand over his mouth. Then, you grabbed his chin to force him to make eye contact. “Unless you want to.” You said. “Do you? Do you want my mom to know that her son in law is a needy little slut that asks to have his pussy fingered in the middle of the night?”
Viktor only responded by averting his gaze. You couldn’t see it, but you were certain he was blushing, face glowing in pink.