“Perfection,” he mumbles, then laps it a few more times, making me gasp. He sucks on my c**t, and tremors overtake my body. I want him to continue, but at the same time, I feel like I’m going to implode if he doesn’t get inside me again. When he adds a finger, I whimper and grab at his hair, as my core shudders. Sergei removes his mouth from my p***y, and I groan in frustration, but in the next instant, his c**k fills me completely. His body weight settles on top of me, and his heart pounds against mine. He wraps an arm around me and caresses my cheek with his other palm. I pant and hold his gaze as he drives into me.
My p***y is rubbed raw, but I don't care. Every thrust, every ache, every time his c**k stretches my walls feels like a proof of life. I was so afraid for him tonight. I wil
