Ruslan felt more pain than pleasure. He wanted to move, f**k her. He was ready to bust a nut but he could just let go first before her. Rosamund was already screaming from his low thrusts. She was withering under him, moaning for him to be faster than he was. But he just could not do it. Ruslan wanted to savor every moment of them together, joined as one, together as a whole. He can't let him get drunk on their passion and lust. He wanted to feel loved, as needy and crying as it sounded, he craved the feeling of being needed by her. There was absolutely nothing that mattered more than her needs and, with her needs, he wanted her to have him fulfill them. The desperation of being accepted by her was overwhelming. Ruslan was buzzing with his desire to steal every little need of hers.
"Plea
