Victor finds Milena alone at the pool table, hips swaying as she lines up a shot. He steps in, close, their eyes lock, no words needed. They play a few rounds, tension building with every glance, every brush. Then he leans in, grabs her by the waist, and tells her exactly what he wants. She doesn’t shy away, she wants it too. They end up by the swimming pool. She gasps, screams in pleasure, moaning as he pounds her without mercy, deeper with every thrust. Her cries echo in the dark, and she takes it all, hungry, dripping, lost in him.