Chapter 51 Why Is Sergei Undressing?

• I can feel how that huge and vibrant member chokes me, the heat emanating from my body makes me sweat while thousands of silly and incoherent ideas pass through my thoughts over and over again. I roll my eyes back as I feel his hands possessively grabbing my hot cheeks. My breasts are hard and tingling. My sex hurts a little from the excitement my body is receiving.
• "Take it with both hands," my chest rises and falls at his demand to take his penis with my hands, my mind is clouded, I know I have the authority to stop all this. But what motivates me to continue? The Italian grabs my wrists and places them around his cock. I massage a little, moving up and down the sensitive skin of his member, “Fuck..." he whispers with some difficulty. He looks down at me on the floor and I end up closing my eyes when I notice how beautiful his face looks with that reddish hue on his cheeks.
• I take his penis deep into my throat, I can't help but reach my hand to the end of my dress; I try to put my hand in to touch myself a little, but Sergei doesn't allow it. I open my eyes because it's unfair that only he is feeling this pleasure. I lean back to take it out of my mouth, but the idiot pushes his hips forward, burying himself even deeper. I can't breathe, so I try to push him away to stop, but suddenly he lifts me off the ground and just when I think it's all going to end, he slams me against the wall to kiss my lips savagely.