I DON’T REMEMBER EVER FEELING THIS WAY.
I don’t remember ever being this excited about being f****d by Dmitry. I’ve always been excited, yes — this man knows how to pleasure a woman — but this time, I find myself curving my spine as I wait for him.
The warm head of something — his hard c**k — nudges my entrance, and one of his palms cover the back of my neck, making my p***y to flutter around air, when all of a sudden, he pushes himself inside me, filling me up even better than his fingers.
Jesus.
“Dmitry — “
“Shhhh,” he says, running his hands over my back, my hips, my ass, before pulling out, chuckling darkly when I whine at the loss of him.
He drags the tip of his c**k over my slit, teasing me by pulling it away anytime I push myself onto him, and when I whimper, he pushes the
