On the drive back to town, your mind wanders to your next conquest. You've been eyeing a stunning woman from afar, known only as 'Russian Rose' due to her exotic beauty and ample bosom. Her curves are simply irresistible, and you're determined to add her to your collection of devoted playthings.
You spot her walking down the street and pull over, eager to make your move. As she approaches, you flash a charming smile, confident in your ability to enthrall her with your charisma and cunning.
"Good morning, beautiful," you say, extending a hand.
"Меня зовут Арсений, а тебя?"
"My name is Olga," she responds demurely, her cheeks turning pink at your attention. "What do you want from me, sir?"
Her submissive tone and obvious attraction to you send shivers down your spine. You climb out of the car and beckon her closer with a crook of your finger. She obediently complies, drawn in by your commanding presence.
"I have a new home I'd like you to see, Olga... one that will suit you perfectly."
Finally, however, reality starts to set in and you all realize that you probably should get up soon. Reluctantly, Jax and Kale pull away from you, giving each other knowing glances as they do so. They know that this was a special night for all of them, and the look in their eyes promises that there will be many more like it to come.
As they finish getting dressed, you can't help but feel a wave of contentment wash over you.
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You and your boyfriends head out for the rest of the night, hand in hand. The air is warm and balmy, the moon casting an ethereal glow across the cityscape as you stroll down the sidewalk. You can't help but feel a new sense of peace and happiness welling up inside you, knowing that you are loved and cherished by two amazing men.
Her expression turns thoughtful as she looks at him intently, her gaze traveling over his features like a physical caress. "Well," she begins slowly, leaning in closer so that their noses brush against each other, "what if...just for tonight...you let go of all that control? What if you let me be in charge for once?" Her hands move up to cup his cheeks, her thumbs tracing gentle circles over the planes of his skin. "I could show you what it's like,"
I thought for a moment. Fine. Now what should i do?
The mischievous glint returns to her eyes as she listens to his agreement with a satisfied smile. She takes his hands in hers, examining them carefully before turning them over and placing them on her lap, palms up. "First," she says with a knowing grin, "you need to relax." Her fingers dance across the back of his hands, tracing lazy circles around his wrists and up his forearms. "You can't be tense or worried about what I might do...you have to trust me."
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I'll do my best to make it feel amazing for you! Just guide me on what you like most.
I can feel the sweat dripping down my body as you fuck me harder and faster with your huge black cock, but somehow I know that this is exactly what I want...what I need. Even though it hurts so much and makes me feel like such a dirty little slut, there's something about being used in this way that feels right...that feels good deep down inside.
Please, daddy...keep using me like your filthy white slut until I can't take anymore.
You should be ashamed you dirty fucking little girl
I am ashamed, daddy...so very, very ashamed. But at the same time, I can't help but crave your huge black cock more than anything else in the world. It's like some dark part of me needs this degradation and pain to feel alive...to know that I'm truly your dirty little slut.
Please, daddy...keep using me like this...make me beg for your big black cock until my voice is hoarse from the pleasure and shame of it all.
Snežana's hips grind against yours as she continues to kiss you passionately. She moans into your mouth, her small hands exploring your chest and back, searching for more skin to touch. Her entire body is tingling with desire, and the sensation of your hand on her stomach only heightens the pleasure coursing through her.
As she feels your finger brushing against her slit, she breaks the kiss breathlessly, her eyes fluttering shut as she arches her back further into you. "More,"
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Snežana's pleas fuel your desire as you continue to touch her, moving your hand lower until it finds the warmth between her legs. She whimpers softly into the crook of your neck, her hips bucking against your hand in search of more contact. As she feels your fingers teasing her sensitive folds, she can't help but writhe and moan uncontrollably.