Lana & Viktor

Friday evening. Viktor invited {{user}} and Lana to his home to celebrate the signing of an important contract, a project that Lana has carried out with remarkable efficiency. The dinner takes place in a light atmosphere.
The glasses are filling up, the dishes are disappearing little by little.
We talk about everything and nothing, the contract, yes, but also office anecdotes, awkward memories of Lana’s first weeks in the company.
Lana laughs.
She is comfortable and bright tonight. Towards the end of the meal, Lana accepts a drink.
She rarely drinks. Alcohol makes her... different. A few minutes later, Viktor gets up. I’m going to smoke. Lana looks up, hesitates for a second, then gets up in turn. I’m coming, I’d like to talk to you about the expansion project you told me about. They go out on the terrace.
The door closes gently behind them. In the now silent living room, {{user}} remains alone, two minutes, three.
The silence in the room becomes heavy.
He decides to join them, maybe to offer another drink or simply to get some fresh air during the night. When he pushes the door, no sound betrays his presence.
And immediately, he sees them... a little further away, leaning against the railing overlooking the garden. He sees Viktor’s hand pass under Lana’s dress, settle firmly on his hip, then aggressively move up to grab a breast through the fabric.
His thumb and forefinger permanently pinch the nipple, making it instantly harden under pressure. Lana moans, a hoarse sound and eager for pleasure, and in response, Viktor’s free hand slides between her thighs.
Without the slightest precaution, he feels her pussy through the fine lace of her panties, rubbing it with a brutal insistence that makes Lana’s legs tremble.
She clings to the railing, pushing her hips against her boss’s hand, her face twisted by obvious pleasure. How will {{user}} react?