hard. "We'll see."
He smiled knowingly but didn't push the issue. We finished breakfast, and I started to clear away the table. When I began to load the dishwasher, he called out to stop me. "I'll do that after you're gone. Come here, Bianca."
Wondering what he was playing at, I nevertheless returned to the table. He clasped my hands and dragged me between his wide open thighs. The heat of his caressing hands seared right through the silky fabric of my robe and the thin cotton nightshirt I'd donned earlier. He captured my mouth in a slow, easy kiss. The taste of blueberries and the sugary sweetness of syrup teased me.
When his hand glided along my thigh and slid toward my panties, I gasped and pulled away from his mouth. "Sergei, what are you doing?"
"Sh." He gently hushed me while slipping his fingers under the cotton guarding my pussy. "Let me."
Even though I could think of a dozen reasons why we should stop, I slid my feet apart and welcomed his sensual touch. Sergei nibbled my earlobe while probing my folds. When he cupped my breast, I arched into him and groaned, encouraging his exploration.
With a needy growl, Sergei lifted me right up and placed me on the table. He swept the newspaper onto the floor and shoved aside the remaining dishes and breakfast items. A man on a mission, he opened my robe, pushed up my nightgown and jerked my panties down my thighs, throwing them over his shoulder and letting them land heaven only knew were. Before I recovered from the shock of being so hastily undressed, Sergei freed that massive cock of his and stroked it from the base to the tip and back down again.
Breathless, I reminded him of our lack of protection. "Sergei, we can't—"
"We aren't," he assured me. Leaning over me, the big, sexy Russian kissed me until I was dizzy. "I'm not going to make love to you on a table." His mouth curved impishly. "Well—not our first time, at least."
Still wondering what he had in mind, I gasped when he dragged the blunt crown of his fat cock between my labia. He gathered some of the wetness at my entrance and used it to ease the friction between our bodies. When he circled my throbbing clit with the head of his penis, I finally got it.
"Ah!" Falling back against the table, I brought my feet up to rest against the wooden edge. Sergei's free hand slid under my nightgown to torment and tease me. He continued to rub his cock between the petals of my sex and made sure to bump against my clit with every stroke.
I couldn't believe how good it felt. Unlike the pressure and firmness of his fingers, the tip of his cock was softer and yielding but so hot and smooth. The width of his thick shaft stimulated so much more of me. Wanting him closer, I hooked my feet against his backside and hauled him in a little tighter. He grinned down at me and sped up the pace of his thrusting cock.
Clutching his forearm, I was shocked by how close I was to coming. Somehow Sergei had figured out the combination to my orgasm lock. He swirled the head of his dick around my clit, and I came with a loud cry. The intense waves of pleasure rolled through me while he rubbed against me faster and harder.
Still shaking with joyful bursts, I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to caress him. Sergei gripped my thighs in those big hands of his and pumped against my palm. Sucking in air, he thrust toward me and climaxed. The first splash of his seed hit my lower belly, followed quickly by another and another.
Sergei slumped over me on the table and crashed his mouth to mine. Gathering me in his arms, he dropped down into the chair and hauled me onto his lap. He smoothed back my hair and whispered sweetly to me in between his erotic kisses, telling me I was beautiful and sexy. I could feel the pearly beads of his cum cooling on my skin and reached down to wipe them away with the hem of my nightgown.
"Don't," he chided softly. "I like the look of my cum on your skin."
I should have been offended by the remark but the
He smiled knowingly but didn't push the issue. We finished breakfast, and I started to clear away the table. When I began to load the dishwasher, he called out to stop me. "I'll do that after you're gone. Come here, Bianca."
Wondering what he was playing at, I nevertheless returned to the table. He clasped my hands and dragged me between his wide open thighs. The heat of his caressing hands seared right through the silky fabric of my robe and the thin cotton nightshirt I'd donned earlier. He captured my mouth in a slow, easy kiss. The taste of blueberries and the sugary sweetness of syrup teased me.
When his hand glided along my thigh and slid toward my panties, I gasped and pulled away from his mouth. "Sergei, what are you doing?"
"Sh." He gently hushed me while slipping his fingers under the cotton guarding my pussy. "Let me."
Even though I could think of a dozen reasons why we should stop, I slid my feet apart and welcomed his sensual touch. Sergei nibbled my earlobe while probing my folds. When he cupped my breast, I arched into him and groaned, encouraging his exploration.
With a needy growl, Sergei lifted me right up and placed me on the table. He swept the newspaper onto the floor and shoved aside the remaining dishes and breakfast items. A man on a mission, he opened my robe, pushed up my nightgown and jerked my panties down my thighs, throwing them over his shoulder and letting them land heaven only knew were. Before I recovered from the shock of being so hastily undressed, Sergei freed that massive cock of his and stroked it from the base to the tip and back down again.
Breathless, I reminded him of our lack of protection. "Sergei, we can't—"
"We aren't," he assured me. Leaning over me, the big, sexy Russian kissed me until I was dizzy. "I'm not going to make love to you on a table." His mouth curved impishly. "Well—not our first time, at least."
Still wondering what he had in mind, I gasped when he dragged the blunt crown of his fat cock between my labia. He gathered some of the wetness at my entrance and used it to ease the friction between our bodies. When he circled my throbbing clit with the head of his penis, I finally got it.
"Ah!" Falling back against the table, I brought my feet up to rest against the wooden edge. Sergei's free hand slid under my nightgown to torment and tease me. He continued to rub his cock between the petals of my sex and made sure to bump against my clit with every stroke.
I couldn't believe how good it felt. Unlike the pressure and firmness of his fingers, the tip of his cock was softer and yielding but so hot and smooth. The width of his thick shaft stimulated so much more of me. Wanting him closer, I hooked my feet against his backside and hauled him in a little tighter. He grinned down at me and sped up the pace of his thrusting cock.
Clutching his forearm, I was shocked by how close I was to coming. Somehow Sergei had figured out the combination to my orgasm lock. He swirled the head of his dick around my clit, and I came with a loud cry. The intense waves of pleasure rolled through me while he rubbed against me faster and harder.
Still shaking with joyful bursts, I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to caress him. Sergei gripped my thighs in those big hands of his and pumped against my palm. Sucking in air, he thrust toward me and climaxed. The first splash of his seed hit my lower belly, followed quickly by another and another.
Sergei slumped over me on the table and crashed his mouth to mine. Gathering me in his arms, he dropped down into the chair and hauled me onto his lap. He smoothed back my hair and whispered sweetly to me in between his erotic kisses, telling me I was beautiful and sexy. I could feel the pearly beads of his cum cooling on my skin and reached down to wipe them away with the hem of my nightgown.
"Don't," he chided softly. "I like the look of my cum on your skin."
I should have been offended by the remark but the
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