“Predkami dannaia mudrost' narodnaia!”
A puff of smoke escaped Mikhalov Vladimir’s lips as he threw his head backwards. From a radio by the farthest end of the wide room, the Russian national anthem played, earning mutters of him singing along to it.
As the national anthem finally game to an end, he let out a light groan then pressed his back hard against the rather comfortable sofa he was seated on. A smile appeared on his face as he dropped the cigarette he previously had in his mouth on his table, his hands then moving to run through the hair of the girl underneath him, sucking his c**k.
“Yebat’, da,” he said softly as the girl worked her magic on his c**k. “Prosto tak.”
It was perfect. Just what he needed after a very exhausting day.
His day probably would have gone smoothly if on
