Russian Mob Kingpin’s Doll
My legs were shaking, not from cold but from the sensation flooding right on my core.
“Fuck that bitch. It’s you that I want, moan for me, doll.”
Nikolai whispered as his tongue licked the column of my neck up to my jaw and the corner of my lips. His fingers continue to work down there, stroking in and out. My legs spread even wider, looping around his waist, and my hips circled, grinding along with the rhythm of his pace.
A guttural moan escaped through my gaping mouth, my tongue swiping on lower as my hooded gaze fixed on Nikolai.
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