Page 8 of Ruthless Lullaby

Nude. Bare. Stripped.

I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

And there’s a video, too. Over five minutes long. Maybe this isn’t such a shit day after all.

I press play, and again, I almost can’t believe what I’m seeing. I watch intently as Mindy pleasures herself, culminating with tiny screams of pleasure. My God, what a sex-goddess chief accountant I have!

Her hands, slick with arousal, glide over her perfect mound, reaching under her panties, teasing herself. The video quality is surprisingly clear, allowing me to see every little detail of her body contorting in pleasure. Her breasts bounce with eachwild thrust and I can't help but imagine what they would feel like in my hands. Her plump lips part, exposing her pink tongue as she moans even louder.

Chertovski neveroyatno.

She is a fucking vision. My breath hitches as I watch, craving her like an addict craves their next fix.

I can't take it anymore. I can't wait for Elena to get here. I can't wait for some random woman to suck my cock later in the evening, either. My cock is throbbing, yearning for release. But most of all, it is yearning for Mindy.

I stand up and lock the door. If fucking Maurice hasn’t come until now, he will have to wait.

My hand glides down to my crotch and I start rubbing my cock through my pants.

Simultaneously to that, Mindy runs her fingers delicately over her flat stomach and around her nipples, before trailing them lower, down towards her panties. She teases herself for what feels like an eternity before finally pulling them off with a seductive smirk on her lips. That pretty pink pussy is glistening with excitement. My cock throbs in sync with her motions. I grip it tighter, rubbing the precum from the slit onto the head as I continue to stroke. The sound of her moans fills my ears as I see her fingers sliding in and out of herself, her hips gyrating to match the pace of my hand.

Holy fucking shit, she is next-level hot!

I increase my pace, mirroring hers as closely as possible, watching intently as she reaches between her legs and plays with her clit while continuing to fingerfuck herself. She arches her back and lets out a long, drawn-out sigh that turns into a high-pitched moan as she orgasms, bucking her pussy against her fingers. Beads of sweat start forming on her forehead. My own breathing becomes ragged as I near my own climax. With one final thrust of my hand, I release onto the back of my hand. The warm seeds drip down as I gasp for air.

Holy fuck! What a unique sexual experience I’ve just had! The woman has totally gotten under my skin.

Wait. I haven't even read the message yet and have no idea why she sent it to me. I clean myself up, zip up my pants, and take a moment to read the email.

“Hey babe,

Enjoy the photos and the video. Tonight is all about us, so get ready for a wild time. ;-)

Can't wait to be all yours.

Love you tons,

Your Mindy”

As my face scrunches up in confusion, as I wonder what this means. Then suddenly, the penny drops. For fuck’s sake! It's pretty damn obvious that the email was meant for someone else. Probably her boyfriend. She must have mixed up the email addresses and sent it to mine by accident. She may not even realize it that she’s sent it to the wrong address. Or if she does, she must be freaking the fuck out right now.

A wave of jealousy washes over me. Who is her boyfriend? Who is she fucking and how is it that the guy got so damn lucky?

I wish I was that lucky. But with my arranged marriage to Elena Kubikova,the chances are low.

Pizdets!

But I can’t think of that now. My mind is fully occupied with my chief accountant and her naked pictures.

I glance at the time on the clock. It's clear that Maurice won't be showing up today. This is just another instance of him making empty promises and then not following through.

My pants are still hanging halfway down, splattered with my own cum. That was one big fucking orgasm I just had. My chief accountant just blew my mind unlike any woman before.

I wipe myself clean again and hastily pull up my trousers. It’s strange how this intense pleasure has sobered me up because now my thoughts are razor-sharp and loud: I don’t care if Mindy Williams has a boyfriend and I don’t care who the fuck he is. I have to make her mine. The realization hits me like a shot from a rival gang, and I just know it's the truth.

Gradually, I force myself to return to the present moment and let out a heavy sigh. I allow myself a few moments before calling my other brother, Timofey. He answers right away.

"Timo. How is Mother today?” I ask.

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