Ruined by my Russian Pakhan

lyn'

ents smoother this time, but I bet it felt better for him too as I heard

ddenly dig into my hair pulling me down onto his cock and choked

slap his thighs trying to slap hi

his point, I would yell at him, bu

ing out the sides of my mouth. Despite my mouth hurting, my pussy is definitely

his dick deep into my throat. He keeps it there until tiny beads of sweat begin to form

tighten my grip on his thighs as I look up to his cold eyes, and as if getting my quiet plea, he let me take the lead. I squeze his dick on m

lick it like you mean it," he growls ti

ls under the mercy of my tongue and the way my pussy throbs from the feeli

slips out of my lips

ck in your mouth? Never took y

th them," he orders, and my free hand slides down t

d back, gets on his feet and slaps my face with that huge cock, "Beg me to fuck

k my mout..

e the fucking little dirty slut you are. Ag

ith your dick" I find myself utter

lease

at I was looking fo

I have no time to relish on my new nickname before

the mixture of drool and pre-cum that run down my chi

out enough to allow me to take a breath, but I don't even get a

egs, my coochie is clenching, begging for his cock to d

g out before slamming back again. And if he isn't holdi

ing my mouth wide that my jaws fucking hurt, my panties grow warm with my juices that drip more wi

um," He jerks a few powerful strokes and I feel his cock swell inside my m

he mixture of his cum and my saliva that was dripping from the side of my l

low the very last drop of his cum, "I wa

them to tuck my hair behind my ear while his free

fix your lipstick

is metal bed that has a thin mattress on it and watch

huckle comes from his mouth, and some light whiffs through his e

s when the guard bangs the door, signaling that we should be windi

ity and my bag before rushing to the wrought steel door,

ed dress, smoothing it down in a desperate attempt to look less obvious. The last thing I need is to draw attention to myself, but t

orcing my steps to be

norm

inst the wall, arms crossed, except for the flicker of amusement that dances through his eyes. An

oat behind me, a gesture that carries the weight of the words he can't dare speak to my face. Heat crawl up my neck, but I am determined to finish my Ce

firms what I already know-I look precisely like someone sneaking out of a mistake-one that I already enjo

××××

ttle too tight. The dim glow of the dashboard cast eerie shadows across my lap, bu

the search bar. Vladislav Mikhailov. The name alone seem familiar, it

breath, I

the wor

standing beside another man. A younger version of him e

violently as I sta

, this can'

take I would easily pretend to for

-boyfriend'

ace. My brain scrambles to process the sheer weight of what I

the man whose cock I had just rolled my tongue over and begged him to fill my mouth, the m

ell have I