Never shifting his gaze from her, Viktor undid his belt, lowered the zipper of his slacks, and slid them down his hips. Underneath the trousers he wore only a dark blue thong, little more than a silken jockstrap. The pouch was stretched almost to bursting as his burgeoning c**k strained to be free.
He stepped out of his slacks and kicked them aside, standing on one foot and then the other to remove his socks. His movements stretched the clinging fabric of his thong to highlight the delicious shapes of his c**k and balls. Trina’s mouth watered with the urgency to taste him, and her fingers itched to play with those tempting treasures.
Straightening, he flicked the elastic band down over his hips and peeled the navy cup away. His c**k sprang free, rising proudly out of the neat triangle of
