Page 18 of Anatoly
I kiss him, and his fingers stroke my pussy, making me wetter and sensitive. I pull away and gaze into his eyes, moaning. I feel my nipples hard and sensitive against the material of my dress. These feelings are intense and new to me. My pussy throbs, releasing on his fingers.
He pulls his hand out and sucks his fingers, staring at me.
“So damn good.”
A whimper escapes me, and I move my shaking hand to touch his hard cock, and squeeze it over his pants. I hear him grunt, turning me on as I touch his cock. It feels so good, big and hard.
“Fuck,” He growls, lowering his eyelids.
“I need you.”
“Da. But not here.”
“Not here,” I whisper, gazing into his dilated eyes.
He’s just as aroused as I am, and he’s so beautiful.
“Da. I know where.”
“Okay, let me text my chicas.”
“Da.”
He moves his hand under my dress and stares at me as he continues to rub my throbbing, swollen flesh.
“Such a sweet pussy. I can’t wait to eat your pussy and fuck you hard,” He whispers, kissing my shoulder.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, closing my eyes.
“Nyet, I’m your man.”
“Fuck!”
I bite my lip, trying to focus on sending the text. I slide my fingers over the screen, type the text, and send it. I lean into him, burying my face in his neck. I suck his neck, moaning, closing my eyes, spreading my legs to give him access.
“Baby, let’s go to the room.”
“Yes.”
He slides his hand out, licks his fingers, and kisses me. I moan, tasting myself on his lips and kissing him back. My body feels hot; I’m burning up.
Anatoly pulls back and rests his forehead on mine, gazing into my eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Si.”
“Da. Let’s go.”
Anatoly pulls down my dress, which is bunched up around my thighs. He takes my hand, and we push off the seat. I follow him to the corner. He looks at his cell and enters a code into the keypad.
Seven
Anatoly
I can’t believe that Fuentes has a fucking room in the club.
Fuck!
