His fingers slide between my folds, coating themselves in my slick juices. I grind against his hand, my body begging for more. He slips a finger inside me, teasing me, rubbing against my G-spot.
“Leonid,” I gasp, the sound of my own cunt juices mingling with the running water in a filthy symphony. “Oh fuck,hic,I’m about to fuckin’ explode if you don’t—Hic.” I can’t finish my sentence, my words swallowed up by a moan as his fingers piston into me relentlessly.
He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “I know what you need,krasotka,” he growls, his grip on my hips tightening to make sure I stand still, his fingers leaving bruises.
“You need to be fucked. Hard. Rough. Until you scream my name like a goddamn prayer.” His words are interspersed with my deep, guttural moans as his fingers work my sensitive clit.
“Jesus, you feel so fuckin’ good, Leonid,”I pant, my legs shaking as my orgasm builds, aching for release. Water droplets cling to his chiseled chest and roll down his shoulders, his muscles popping like a goddamn road map of sexiness.
“Make me cum,” I moan, my breath stuttering with a hiccup as he pushes me to the edge of ecstasy. My nails dig into his shoulder, another girlish hiccup slipping past my lips as I hang on to the last shreds of control. “Please… make me fuckin’ scream,” I beg.
He leans into me, the hardness of his cock digging into my stomach as I stroke him.Fuck, he is even harder now.I grasp his shoulder to steady myself.
“Fuuuuck,”I groan, my voice breathless and needy, my hips bucking against his hand.“Yes, Leonid… just like that.”
He responds, fingers driving deep into my pussy, pushing hard, then retreating, then pounding deep again in a relentless rhythm that has me begging for more.
“Harder, Leonid,” I moan, my back arching against him, my nails digging into his skin.
“You like that,krasotka?”he growls, his fucking voice driving me wild.
The world is spinning, my brain short-circuiting from the relentless waves of pleasure crashing over me. Whatever sense, logic, or even sanity I possessed before is gone, blown away by the hurricane of lust swirling around us.
“Fuuck, yes.”
His fingers plunge hard and slow, fucking me with a relentless rhythm that pushes me over the edge.
“Yes, yes!” I cry out, my voice echoing off the tiled walls as my cunt clenches around his fingers. The water splashes against the tub as my orgasm ripples through me, my body shaking with the force of it.
He doesn’t let up, his fingers pumping into my greedy cunt like pistons.
“Your tight cunt is fucking gripping my fingers like it never wants to let go,” he growls, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Fuck, you’re insatiable.”
I’m a writhing mass of pleasure, my body vibrating with the force of his touch. I arch my head back, whimpers escaping my lips, my hair cascading down my back. Leonid takes advantage of my exposed neck, his lips pressing against my skin, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
His tongue traces a slow, sinuous path down my neck, and I whimper again, this time with a note of desperation.
“Fuck me. More, Leonid,” I plead, my voice breathy and weak. “I need more.”
“Krasotka, I can’t wait to feel that pussy wrapped around my cock.”
He keeps thrusting, my moans rising in pitch as my body trembles with the aftershocks of my second orgasm.
32
Leonid
The third fucking mistake?
More like the best goddamn decision I ever made. She’s a wildcat, a fucking temptress, and I’m a goddamn junkie, hooked on her pussy like it’s pure adrenaline.
But it’s not just about fucking her. It’s about how much I want to keep fucking her over and over.
Blyat, she’s fucking insane.
She’s cumming again, her body spasming, her cunt squeezing my fingers like a goddamn vise.
I pull my fingers out, her pussy still pulsating, and I bring my hand to her neck, pressing it against her skin, my fingers curling into a fist. I kiss it, suck it, and bite it, my teeth sinking into her flesh just hard enough to make her gasp.
