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Her fingers fumble for the hemline as she blinks in a daze and then tugs it over her head.

I lick my lips at the sight of her gorgeous tits, her nipples so dark and puffy. I close the space between us with two wide steps, drawing her mouth back to mine. My hands fill with the soft, arousing weight of her breasts, cupping and squeezing them.

Katerina shudders. “Roman… why…”

I kiss her again, then answer. “Because you are irresistible, devochka. You think I can keep from having you?”

“But… oh…” she trails off for another shuddering moan as my mouth explores.

I kiss her throat, working my way down the column and then moving onto her bare shoulders. My large palms give her tits a rough squeeze that makes her arch into my touch. Followed by a sharp twist of her nipple that has her clawing at me.

Clinging to me like she can barely stand it.

“Does my kitty cat like her nipples to be played with?” I taunt, returning to her mouth for a kiss. I roll each nipple between my fingers, tweaking the puffy beads until they’re stiff and erect and she’s squirming.

Her eyes have closed. Her teeth have caught her bottom lip. Her attempt to stifle any sounds.

But it’s my mission to draw them out of her.

I ease her back against the bed, groping a breast in my left hand while my other fondles the rest of her curves. My cock jumps in my pants at the supple feel of her.

She’s so fucking squeezable. So fucking soft to the touch.

My breath runs ragged as I touch different parts of her. The slight feminine curve of her belly and hips and the fleshiness of her thighs. All of it turns me feral.

It makes the adrenaline inside me surge to new heights.

I pin my kitty cat down and dot kisses everywhere I can.

Starting from her slender neck and perfect tits to her soft stomach and thighs as her spine bows and she writhes in place.

“Behave yourself, devochka,” I command, holding her wrist at her side. “I’m going to devour you. I’m going to make you scream my name.”

Hooking her gaze with mine, I reach for her leggings and slide the pair down her hips. She watches, biting her lip with a slight knit of her brows. It’s as if she’s worried. Some part of her still hasn’t let go.

She’s been reluctant anytime we’ve explored. While she wants me, there’s something holding her back.

Once her panties are gone, I pry her thighs apart and then kiss my way toward her pussy. Her thighs quiver against my mouth as I make my way toward the glistening pink center that my cock craves.

Katerina’s breathing hollows out the closer I make it. Her pussy lips are swollen and slick, folds of brown skin I swipe my tongue against. She reacts right away, her whole body writhing from the sensation.

It’s only the beginning.

I suck and lick at her pussy lips, letting my tongue flick away in between.

She’s forced to endure the torture that I inflict on her pussy using my mouth. The other ways I torture her using my hands, groping at her hips and thighs.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Right there. Just like… OH!”

Her next words turn into moans. I’ve added fingers. I’ve sucked at her clit, gentle in the most intense way.

Katerina can only squirm and pant as I dine on her pussy and taste the glistening nectar she gives.

“Look at all this fucking pussy juice,” I growl. “Do you know how good you taste, devochka? Ya mogu imet’ tebya navsegda?*.”

Any reservations she has melt away as pleasure takes over.

I watch her loosen up firsthand. Her body relaxes even as she thrashes. Her mouth hangs open; the sounds that escape her are hoarse and breathless.

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