Page 62 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

I moan loudly, closing my eyes and tilting my head back against the car seat.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, as he moves his finger inside me.

Avraam swerves the car unexpectedly left and takes a turn into a parking garage.

“What—where are we?”

“I own this building. It’s closed—but I have access,” he answers hurriedly, pulling out a tag and swiping it at the security gate.

It slides open and the wheel spins into the parking garage.

It’s completely empty.

He doesn’t even bother finding an allocated bay to park in—he just stops the car in the middle of the massive cement space and unclips my safety belt, dragging me onto his lap.

Both of us moan loudly, desperate to be together, fighting for control and losing.

I bump my knee on the gear shift and giggle. He shakes his head, grinning. “This isn’t ideal,” he laughs.

He shoves the car door open and lifts me as he gets out.

Then he opens the back seat, dropping the back rest and creating a bigger space for us to play in. He climbs into the back with my legs still wrapped around his waist.

His cock is hard against my pussy.

The glittering pink dress is up around my hips.

I rock against him with a sense of urgency, but he grabs my hips and forces me to slow down.

“The first time I had you we didn’t have time to enjoy the moment fully,” he says, his eyes full of mystery. “This time, I want to savor the taste of you.”

He lifts me off him and sets me down on the seat next to him, then he gently pushes me onto my back and pulls my legs apart.

My body jerks when he rips my lace panties off me, tossing them onto the floor. He lowers his face between my legs, wrapping his hands around my ass and lifting me up towards hismouth. His tongue is hot when he pushes it into my pussy and the electrical thrill it sends through me is indescribable.

I cry out loudly, digging my fingers into the car seat.

He moves his tongue slowly around, as though he was writing secret messages against my clit, and like poetry, it floods my body with pleasure.

I feel him push his thumb inside me as he spreads my pussy lips apart and licks harder over me.

He’s not in any hurry, and by the sounds of his deep moans which vibrate against me, I think he is enjoying this as much as I am.

He lifts my legs and rests my sneakers over his shoulder.

I gasp because it spreads my pussy open wider and the intense pleasure increases, shooting through my spine like bolts of lightning.

There are so many sensations running through me, I close my eyes and try to feel them all.

It’s building up, my pussy is tingling, pulsing and swelling in his mouth.

My legs start to shake, and he doesn’t change pace. He continues to move methodically, slowly—I don’t know if I want to scream for him to go faster or not to change a thing.

I can’t take it anymore.

An explosive pressure builds inside me and then suddenly, with one flick of his tongue, it releases. My thighs clamp against his head and wave after wave of pleasure steals me away for a moment.

I can hardly breathe when he crawls up towards me, spreading my legs with his hips.

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