Page 108 of Sinful Betrayal

Anton untangles his fingers from my hair and quickly unbuckles his pants.

I reach inside to pull his cock free and when I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him, we both moan in unison.

A rush of wetness coats Anton’s hand as he fucks me with his fingers.

“Oh my god,” I moan as I work him harder, my thumb brushing over his slick tip.

My mouth waters with the need to taste him but taking him like this means I can see the look of pure ecstasy on his face as I stroke his length.

“That’s it, Nina. Such a good fucking girl.” Anton thrusts into my hand. “You do that so well.”

“I love touching you.” I rub my thumb along the sensitive underside of his cock.

“And I love touching you.” Anton chuckles as he leans forward to kiss me softly on the lips. “But I especially love making you come,”

He curls his fingers inside me, grazing my sensitive inner walls.

My entire body trembles, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip to stop myself from crying out.

“Don’t hold back,lapochka.”

“I-I’m coming.” I tighten my grip on his cock.

Anton grits his teeth as he rubs my clit faster while still pumping his fingers inside me.

“Anton!” I scream as I collapse against his chest, his cock still in my hand as I clench around his fingers.

“That’s it. Fuck,” he grunts as he works me through my orgasm.

Precum coats my hand, and I start stroking him again, but Anton shakes his head as he slides his fingers out of me.

“I want to come inside you.” He spins me around, bending me over the table.

He wastes no time thrusting his cock inside me so hard the table slides against the floor but neither of us cares.

His movements are brutal, and I’m limp with pleasure as my hips grind against the edge of the table as he fucks me hard.

He’s taking everything he needs, and I’m loving every second.

I press my cheek against the cool wood, my eyes fluttering closed at Anton’s grunts as he slides in and out of my pussy.

“So perfect.” He kneads my ass.

I push back against him, moaning as he hits me so deep that my eyes roll.

“More.” I rub my aching nipples against the tabletop.

Anton chuckles as he reaches around to rub my clit.

“Yes!” I cry out.

“Christ, Nina, look at you.” He pounds into me. “Fuck,”

He tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back so I arch against him.

I can barely register the sounds I’m making as Anton sends me over the edge.

My pussy pulses again, and Anton groans as he spills inside me.

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