BRATVA'S OBSESSION
My pussy was throbbing for attention that I was craving.
I dipped my hands into my shorts, pressing on my clit which sent a jolt if pleasure through my spine. Sasha took control, using both his hands to hold my head while fucking my mouth.
He cursed lowly, watching as saliva bubbled at the rim of my mouth, dribbling down his length and down my chin.
I sunk my fingers into my moist hole, pumping hard to get a release.
“Ty chertovski khorosha v etom, malyshka.” Sasha rasped in Russian