Karol's hands, slick with oil, knead Victor's muscles, her touch becoming increasingly intimate. She pauses at his cock, her eyes meeting his, before wrapping her hand around it. Victor gasps, his hips bucking slightly as Karol begins to stroke him. She leans over, her breath hot on his ear, "You like that, don't you?" Before Victor can respond, she's taken him into her mouth, her head moving up and down, her tongue exploring every inch of him. Victor's grip on the sheets tightens, his body tensing as Karol brings him closer and closer to the edge, their taboo passion consuming them both.