{Four Years Later}
Katarina had both hands on Vessa's hips, fingers digging into soft pink skin, and she was fucking her so hard the headboard was leaving a dent in the wall.
Vessa was face-down on the pillow with her ass in the air. Every thrust pushed a moan out of her that got louder and more ragged and less concerned with the fact that Ottavia was probably in the kitchen two floors down, annoyed at hearing all this. Katarina's cock slid in and out of Vessa's ass, slick and tight, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. Katarina's brain had been offline for about five minutes and she did not miss it.
She came so hard her vision went white.
Her hips stuttered through the last few thrusts while Vessa pressed deeper into the pillow and whimpered. Katarina's cock pulsed inside her, filling her. Vessa's back arched, her pink fingers twisting in the sheets, and she pushed back into it like she wanted every last drop.
[God. God. Fuck.]
