Page 67 of Vasily the Nail

“You see, boys. You see what hellion she is. The praise she demands?”

I refuse to look anywhere but Vasily’s eyes as he straightens back up, giving me a chance to lean even more closely and take one of his balls in my mouth.

A clear, thick splash of cum splatters over the bridge of my nose. “Fuck,” Vasily groans. “You want me paint face?”

I shake my head with a pout.

“Hungry?” He traces my lips with his cock. “You want me feed belly?”

I shake my head again, this time keeping my lips on him, though, so I can feel the tremor he’s unable to hold back.

“You want me fill your belly other way? Make nice and fat with baby?”

I grin at him again and sit back on my ankles, expecting him to come down to me.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says. “Not so fast. Your shirt.”

I take it off immediately, finally accepting the glimmer in Vasily’s eyes — actually blue this time, so he’s at least mostly sober, although his pupils have been dancing with arousal — as honesty. I don’t know why this of all things was the hardest to accept.

“Such tiny tits,” he says, and just like when he called me a cock whore, a shiver of pleasure takes me. I chew on my bottom lip in anticipation for what he’s going to do next.

I’m not expecting his free hand to go around my neck. His grip isn’t enough to fully close my windpipe, but he’s putting pressure on it.

“You trust me,zvyozdochka? Even when I’ve got your neck?”

I nod the little bit that I can.

“If I want to breed you, I can?”

I nod.

“You want me to breed you?”

“Yes,” I squeak out.

“Da,so good. And you will be mine, yes? You have my baby and let me make another? You give me all the babies I want?”

His thumb works my throat, and I moan with the vibrations of his voice. “Please, Vasya. Breed me!”

“We keep your tits big and full of milk for my babies?”

Oh God. It’s so dirty when he says it at a moment like this. Yeah, I suppose they’ll get bigger, although I don’t know what happens when there’s no longer milk. I have a feeling Vasily wouldn’t care, though. I think even if they got weird and saggy, if they deflated into little fleshy pancakes, he’d still love them.

He’d still love me.

I swallow, and I feel my throat bob against his hand.

He feels it too. Concern clouds his eyes, like he thinks nerves have gotten me.“Zvyozdochka?”he murmurs questioningly, urging me to speak.

I remain silent, beaming up at him instead.

His lips slam into mine, and then he’s dropping to his knees and pushing me down to the mats with that hand on mythroat, laying himself flat over me to rub himself on me until I’m panting and desperate, wrapping my legs around his waist and attempting to line us up properly, instead grinding my clit against the ridge of hard, laddered flesh until I’m seeing stars and screaming his name. He finally lifts himself off me, sitting back on his ankles and hoisting my ass up onto his lap.

“You are cat in heat,” he purrs.

“Please, Vasya!” I whine, again wrapping my legs as snugly around as possible, giving no care to the fact that he’s tilted the camera down to my wet pussy rubbing all over him, fucking myself for the world to see. “Give me your cock, please!”

“You beg so nicely. You show the world you come as nicely?”

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