Page 27 of Anatoly
“Mama, I’m going out with my man.”
“What’s his name?”
“His name is Anatoly Kravtsov.”
“I like his name, you’re going to have to make time for us to meet.”
“Si, I promise.”
“Okay, have fun.”
“I’ll help you clean up,” I say, pushing off the chair.
“No, Mija, I’ll clean up. You go and get pretty for your man.”
“Are you sure? I can help you.”
“No worries, I got this.”
“Okay, Mama, I love you,” I say, hugging her.
“I love you.”
I take a sip of my mocha and look at him, leaning back into the soft black leather sofa. We’ve been talking for a while, and I love learning everything that he likes and wants to do.
We’re at his apartment, a beautiful penthouse decorated with lush furnishings and a black and cream color scheme. I knew that he was well off, but he must be rich. I can’t believe that he wants me.
Anatoly takes my hand and pulls me onto his lap. He takes my coffee cup, places it on the table, and wraps his arms around my waist.
“Baby, is that all you have on your bucket list? You don’t want to make love on the beach or a plane?”
I can feel the heat spread on my face and smile at him. He looks at me with his sexy, confident smile, which I love. His eyes darken as his gaze wanders to my breasts. He moves his hand under my top and cups my breast, running his finger over my tight nipple. He twists my nipple, and I gasp, my pussy flutters.
“Yeah, of course, I want to fuck you everywhere. In your car, on the plane, on a yacht, on the beach, just everywhere. But I want to fuck you in the club.”
“Ah, Baby, you do have a naughty bucket list. But we did fuck in the club.” He whispers in my ear, nipping my earlobe.
The warm shiver races through my body, and my inner pussy walls flutter. My panties get wet, and I lean into him.
“I’m guilty. I have a naughty list that involves you. But we didn’t fuck in the club, in the VIP area, or in the bathroom. I want you to fuck me against the wall, in the corner,” I hum, looking at him and running my fingers through his hair.
“Fuck! That’s hot. Let’s start on your naughty list,” He hums, gazing into my eyes.
“Yes, let's. We’re fucking on your sofa and then the kitchen table.”
“Fuck!”
Anatoly pulls off my top and looks at my breasts, cupping them. He growls and licks my nipples, flicking his tongue all over the tight, sensitive flesh. He plays with both my nipples, sucking and licking, arousing a fiery deep inside my pussy.
Then he bites my breast and licks the sting moving his hand and runs it up my thigh, and grabs my ass.
“Baby, you’re so damn beautiful.”
“I want your mouth on my pussy,” I say, moving my hand over my breast.
“Fuck!”
“Yes, fuck me.”
