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“Oh! Sergei!”

His tongue poking and tickling, making me squirm and I wrap my legs around him, needing him closer.

I start grinding myself against his body, frustration bubbles in my throat as the skirt I fucking chose to wear makes it impossible for my pussy to grind on his dick.

“S-Sergei?” I call out and he lifts his head.

“Yes, baby?” He smiles, already knowing what I want as he grabs the thick fabric and snaps the buttons in one quick jerky motion.

The skirt unravels falling on the bonnet as I lay there almost naked.

Something in his gaze flickers as looks down at my covered pussy.

“Did you match your panties with the scarf, malyshka?” Amusement laced in his voice as he slowly looks up to meet my eyes and chuckles when he finds an arrogant and proud smirk already plastered on my face.

“Too bad I’m going to have to rip it apart.” His fingers curl into the fabric, poised to destroy it just like he did my skirt.

“Why? You can pocket it, no one’s going to know.” I shrug and his rich throaty laughter reverberates against my skin.

He does just that as I lift my hips and he removes the red laced panties along with the tube top in one swift motion.

He takes a big inhale and hides the fabric in the back pocket of his pants.

“You’re divine.” He grunts, leaning so close to my core and gives it a long, lazy stroke with his tongue.

Before I can protest, he collects my wetness around his tongue and moves up to thrusts it into my mouth.

I taste myself before I taste the faint traces of vodka and kiss him with same intensity.

“I’m fucking hungry for your pussy.” He grunts, lifting himself off me entirely. I look at him as his hands touches his belt; his gaze settled on me as he removes it.

“I’ve been fucking hungry for you ever since I saw you.” He drops his clothes next to my tattered pieces of skirt. “Ever since you looked at me with these utterly beautiful eyes.” His boxers follow soon. “This fucking mouth.”

His one hand lazily stroking his dick, his huge and angry dick, that’s so hard it’s standing upright, reaching his navel, and the other tracing my lips.

“Your smile, your touch, you!” He plunges his two fingers inside my mouth, opening it wide and going so deep I feel my eyes watering.

I almost gag when he removes them, spreading my saliva on my lips and repeating the motion.

“Suck.” He orders and fuck me for I melt. “Close your pretty little lips around them and fucking suck.”

I do just that.

He thrusts his fingers inside my mouth, in and out, his eyes glaring into my soul as he rests his knee right between my thighs.

I let out a struggled whimper when his fingers leave my mouth and trace down my jaw, my throat, my chest, my stomach and stops…there.

He looks at me. “I’m going to pound into you so hard, you’ll never run away.” He growls and thrusts his fingers inside my hole without any warning.

I cry out so loud, my head thrashes and he stills for a moment.

“Baby?” He asks, his breath falling heavily on top of me and I force myself to look at him.

Did I ruin it?

Did I fucking ruin it?

“Keep going for the love of god or I might actually kick you.” I tell him and start riding his fingers but he presses his other hand on my hips to stop me.