We did it in every corner of the house. We did it on every table or desk we could find, we did it on a sofa and we did it in the bathroom twice. It’s impossible to get enough of each other, I realize with a bitter smile as I am riding Demitry’s c**k on the fur rug next to the fireplace. He groans and swears and I like the power I have over him now. I know he is almost at his limit when I stop and readjust my position and slow down the pace.
- You are f*****g torturing me, Alyssa, - he growls angrily.
- Yeah? – I say innocently, - And I thought that you are feeling good…
- It’s good, baby, your hot and tight p***y feels amazing, but if you do it one more time I will have to punish you! – he groans.
- Do what? – I gasp and stop. Purposefully.
- That’s it! – he snaps and grabs me by
