Page 54 of Pregnant By the Russian Pakhan

He lifted that one hand and carried it to his lips, tasting her. It was so erotic and more juices pooled in her pussy in reaction.

“I want to eat you,” he told her as he gently dipped one finger into her soft pussy, drawing more moisture out.

Then he carefully leaned her hands onto the window sill, bending her forward with the cool summer breeze whipping against her hair. He knelt down behind her, parted her legs, and began to eat her pussy from behind.

Mira screamed, unable to help herself. This was the most erotic thing she could ever have imagined. Looking out over the roiling landscape, with her hair and robes flapping in the wind, while he licked and kissed her pussy from behind—it was so titillating.

There was the fear that any of the men could be wandering below and look up and see her; there was the consciousness that she couldn’t permit herself to lose control completely, leaning on the window sill as she was; and then there was the sense of wonder as he showed her a world she hadn’t known existed.

Mira began to moan and groan, tossed helplessly on winds of passion as he licked and sucked and kissed her pussy.

Then just when she began to grip the windowsill tighter and tighter as the pleasure rose inexorably higher and higher inside of her, Mikhail removed his lips and replaced them with his finger.

“Oh please, Mikhail,” she begged, not even knowing what she was begging for and feeling a sense of loss she couldn’t describe as he pulled her back from the edge just when she’d been about to catapult into orgasmic pleasure.

With a wicked grin, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and picked her up in his arms. He bent to kiss her softly and she tasted herself on his lips. Then he carried her to her bed and laid her gently atop the mattress.

“Tonight, I want to love you like a queen,” he whispered as he took off his clothes and eased her robe off her shoulders.

Mira was already high-strung with need and her legs shifted restlessly. Mikhail bent and gave her another lingering kiss before drifting lower to gently close his lips around her nipple. Mira groaned and pressed harder against him, her shoulders quaking with need as he began to suck her breasts, first one and then the other and back again.

She held his head, caressing the back of his head and neck and moaning as his ministrations made her begin to lose what little of her control she had regained, all over again.

“I want you, Mikhail. I need you. Please,” she moaned.

But he wasn’t done with her yet. He leaned up and pressed another lingering kiss to her lips, silencing her. Then he trailed his lips down again and kissed her abdomen, and then trailed lower still and kissed her clitoris again. Then he lifted away from her and plucked something from the pocket of his jeans. She watched him in wonder; it looked like lipstick.

When he uncorked it, she realized it was a small vibrator. He pressed it on and it began to hum.

Mikhail pressed the soft tip of the vibrator against her clitoris and dipped two of his fingers into her pussy. She screamed as pleasure catapulted through her.

Before she could control it, she was awash in sensation as she came in wave after wave of crashing pleasure.

When she gradually drifted back to earth, she opened her eyes and found Mikhail watching her. His gaze was hooded and intense.

Gently, he picked up her pearl necklace from its place on the nightstand. She frowned at him, wondering what he was up to. “Mikhail?”

“I have wanted to see you alone for so long,” he whispered as he slowly placed the necklace around her neck and began to fasten it. When he was done, he bent to kiss her again, his lips lingering.

When he lifted his head, Mira licked her lips slowly, her gaze locked on his, and he groaned in response.

“Mikhail? I want to suck you,” she whispered.

“I thought you would never ask,” he intoned as he lifted her to a kneeling position and planted himself, still standing, in front of her.

Mira opened her lips over his thick, fat penis and let her tongue flick against the cap. She rubbed the tip against her lips, enjoying his wetness. Then she licked the sides of his penis, all the way down to the base, before coming back up to the tip, her eyes locked on his. He groaned with excitement and let her take his hard length into her mouth as far as it would go.

Her hands cupped the base of his penis and began to rock in rhythm with her lips’ sucking. He held her head and began to rock his hips gently forth and back as she loved him with her lips. Mira’s hands wrapped around his body to squeeze his firm buttocks and he groaned, fucking her mouth harder, careful to use only the tip of his penis.

Mira sucked him harder and harder using her tongue and her lips, her hands alternately caressing his firm buttocks, stroking his balls, and squeezing the base of his hard length.

His hands were buried in her rich mass of tousled red curls, his head thrown back as he continued to groan and moan in pleasure as she gave him head.

Mira let her lips trail upward to his nipple and then back down past his flat washboard abdomen, toward his thick jutting cock. But this time before she could take him into her mouth, he gently pushed her back onto the bed and followed her down onto it.

“You tease,” he groaned. He kissed her deeply and Mira exulted as his hands began to hungrily stroke her breasts, squeezing and kneading.

He positioned himself between her thighs, his gaze locked on hers, and gently began to thrust into her, inch by torturous inch. The effort required for control couldn’t have been very easy for him either, because sweat beaded on his forehead as he entered her gently.

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