Page 94 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

Every moment I’ve spent longing for her comes flooding into me.

I kiss her perfect lips and run my hands over her perfect back. I grab her perfect ass and rock her pussy against my cock.

She moans louder, pushing down against me.

Our touch becomes frantic and desperate—feverish as we move faster.

She climbs off me and starts tugging my pants off. I pull her clothing from her body and throw them away from us.

She stands in front of me, completely naked while I let my eyes trace over every beautiful inch of her skin. I reach out and run my hand up her thighs. My fingertips leave a trace of heat on her skin.

She crawls back onto my lap and my cock is so hard it’s standing rigid.

She looks deep into my eyes as she lowers herself down onto me and my cock slides into her. She takes in a sharp breathas she manages to handle all of me in her little pussy. Her pussy stretches open as I push inside her. I groan deeply, the pleasure of being with her goes far beyond the sensation of thrusting into her. It’s so much more than that. It’s emotions, my heart tugging wildly in all directions. It’s the knowledge that she loves me. She has chosen me.

Sheisthe most beautiful woman I have ever seen—she drives me wild—she makes me wild with desire—but she is Ruslana. She has my heart. She has full control of my life and she doesn’t even know it.

I wrap my arms around her waist and move her on my lap, lifting her up and dropping her back down onto my cock, she leans back, letting her hair fall across her back as she tilts her head towards the ceiling, resting her hands on my shins, arching her back as she rides me and giving me the perfect view of my cock sliding in and out of her body. She sways and moves as though she is dancing on me. I could watch her forever.

I fucking love her.

I want to be with her forever.

My cock goes harder at the thought. The thought that she belongs to me.

She moans louder, riding me faster. Moving her body in the most beautiful ways.

I reach forward and run my hand over her breast, feeling the silken smoothness of her creamy skin, grabbing her full hips and taking over.

I lift her off me and flip her over, pushing her onto her stomach.

Grabbing her hips I lift them up, arching her ass towards me, her beautiful tight little pussy is on display for my pleasure.

I rub my cock over it, savoring the feeling, the need, the want to be inside her. Trying to make this last longer.

Her fingers dig into the pillow above her and she moans, wiggling her ass, trying to push against my cock.

I chuckle.

“Tell me you want me,” I demand with my voice low and husky.

“I want you,” she gasps.

“What do you want, Ruslana? Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me like you love me.” She looks over her shoulder, her eyes shining. I thrust forward and slam my cock into her.

She screams and rocks back against me.

“Harder,” she breathes and I grab her hips, my cock plunging into her again.

I growl, moving faster, pushing deeper and finding myself on the edge of control. Swinging my arm back, I slap my hand across her ass, and she squeals in delight. The red imprint of my fingers glares back at me and my cock goes harder.

I feel her pussy pulsing over me, tightening as she nears orgasm.

She lifts her ass slightly and then her entire body goes rigid.

She buries her face against the pillow and cries out as wave after wave of pleasure takes over.

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