Operation Buterbrod
Episode 2 - The First Waltz [II]
“Mmmm…”
“G-good…?!”
“Like… some kind of butter candy…”
“O-oh? R-really?!” Mati thought he was just buttering her up surely, literally. But no, he
seemed to be rather interested in her taste now.
“Muzhik… I want to taste you too…” This want
and tension was furthered by his hard Siberian cock, pitched like a yurt in his trousers,
patiently pressed against her pantied sex.
“You will have several chances to, don’t worry…”
Finally, his hand rested at her pussy and there was no more teasing, his fingers slipped past the panties and glided through her hairs. Finally, at her slit, he began to tease her womanhood’s shape.
“Mmm…”
“Muzhik… M-Muzhik, t-touch me more there-”
“Of course. You want it, right?”
“Y-yeah, touch me, p-please, make me feel good, taste me more-”
Mati’s pussy was being thoroughly investigated by his fingers, whether it was to press at her clit or to masturbate her vigorously, to penetrate her inner walls… Muzhik spent a good amount of time getting to know her shape, every secret and every crevice. Every centimeter of her, he wanted to explore - but this was just the probing mission. The recon mission.
As her sex became more wet, Mati was able to once again hear the fact that her womanhood was being stirred, prodded and penetrated. To think, her pesky virginity would be within the grasp of this foreign man. Yet, the months they’ve known each other, first as comrades, then as allies, then as friends and now fully as lovers… have been splendid. So it felt right. Destined, even. She was glad to give it to him.
Her breast would fully feel the sensation of rather large, swabbing motions from his tongue as he grasped her nipple in his mouth. Muzhik’s tongue longingly and lustfully would follow a warm exhale that made her shiver. Such dedication to the mutual pleasure the two had begun to share.
She could not believe that she would be so turned on by another human being. So turned on by the fact that he was from where he was from, as well. The feeling could not be forced to hide much longer, Mati secretly enjoyed the erotic nature of having a foreign, exotic man be her first, her last, her one and only.
This cultured, refined and Soviet man had more or less taken charge of the ambitious operation to take her virginity, to be her true love, to be her future husband, her partner. To be someone whose touch was nearly holy to her and eagerly, she wanted so much so, to weave her fingers with his own.
The mind of the nerdy lady had raced with so many thoughts, both deviant and complex.
Yes, this is Muzhik. This is my Muzhik. I can’t believe it, he really is taking me. And I’m really
starting to feel one-with-him in this connection. Should I be ashamed? No… it feels too good, too right to be ashamed. I don’t want to hold back anymore and I don’t want to let opportunities
like this ever pass.
Matilde also felt that she was in good hands, him being somewhat older, more mature and capable was another handsome characteristic that made her shiver in his grasp. To think of all ladies, it was her pussy that he prodded and penetrated with his fingers. And he clearly enjoyed this fact too.
Without thinking, she continued to wiggle her hips against him, wanting to turn him on more. Wanting to tempt the beast that was hidden within him. Yes, all men had it, but surely - someone as well mannered, well tempered and kind-faced as Muzhik must have had something utterly wild within him. A feral part that wished to eat her up in a way that made her stomach tighten with excitement.
“Hahhh-aghhh, ohhahhh…” Mati gasped and suddenly stood up from his laps. Although his hand still held her at her sex, only now it slowly retreated and grasped her furry entrance.
“Something wrong…?” Muzhik immediately asked with a calm voice, even though there was so much excitement and eagerness to continue hidden behind it. “If it's too much-” A viable worry. That consideration alone was enough to make Mati complete her next action.
It was hardly a twirl around, instead, it was a stumble as she practically collapsed into his lap. Nudging the bulge in his service trousers against her face. This was his cock, ready for her like a rocket that wanted to break the stratosphere and land accurately past the entrance of her womanhood. And Mati held the launch codes.
“I want to… taste you… and suck you.” She gulped and showed her teeth, as if it was almost a threat. They were cute, in their own way, but hardly a fang in her - so it was not as
intimidating or exciting as she may have thought. But it did get a considerable expression from
Muzhik of partial embarrassment.
The two of them felt the slightest hints of shame, knowing that they bartered with her ‘sacred’ virginity with their increasing ferocity in testing the limits of her own tolerance toward
such touch. Yet, it melted away as she kissed the trouser bulge. And even licked the fabric with
a stern expression of determination.
“You… you want to, huh? Well, I certainly can’t say no…” And just as Muzhik confirmed this with her, in an exchange of small nods, he was happy to begin undoing his trousers so that she could finally taste this man’s kolbasa.
From the eager look in her eyes, Mati clearly had thought about this a lot. Her eyes glowed behind her glasses and her literally framed face came off as cute. Muzhik could barely believe this adorable face was soon to nurse his cock with her tight lips.
She had read into it, a little bit. As much as she could with the resources available. Surprisingly difficult given these times and the puritan values of this fairly Christian part of Southern Europe. But she had the vaguest idea of what to do and Mati knew that it would be enjoyed. Still, her eyes shifted toward his own for some instructions.
“Go ahead and taste it all you want…”
This was her first time seeing the penis of a man. In person. And not only that, but it was her goal to practically choke on this genuine Soviet sausage. It would not disappoint her and she was almost glad she hyped it up, because Muzhik’s meat proved to be more sizable than she thought.
Both trunk and branch in all of the right places, proportional and with a surprisingly photogenic quality to it. Her mind definitely took mental snapshots of it. A cock that would reflect his skin tone, with a head the same colour of his lips.
“Mati…” Muzhik bit his own lips as his manhood was presented before her face. “Go on… If you can.”
“O-of course, I can…” She would not back down now. Although her eyes were clearly focused on the task, despite the reflection of Russian kolbasa, standing tall and proud in her glasses… had shown just how much of a mountain she still had to overcome.
Her hands, while cold, were soft to the touch and it was actually rather pleasant to feel her testingly tease his girth and length with groping. Again and again, she would play with his penis and inspect it closely, as if to give it an
examination.
No way all cocks look this good… Ouh, what am I even thinking?! But hmmm, even the aroma is… so distinctively him. And the taste…?
Mati never thought she would find herself so curious to try it. And she would try it again.
Until finally, her small, warm tongue continued to lap at the Soviet man’s dick with increasingly
rapid focus. Before long, in the same way his own tongue took large, open mouth lunges against her nipples, Mati began to emulate something similar against his cock.
She wanted to be considerate to start with, but already, she had begun to overstimulate him and turned Muzhik into a blushed, flustered mess. At first, he gripped the rests of the chair as Mati drained her saliva over the head of his dick and swirled the side of her tongue against the side of the glans itself.
For someone who did not know what she was doing, there was considerable pride she found in herself, knowing that she could make Muzhik so much less composed. So innocently, the pure Mati sucked his dick in a way that it was almost an art form.
Since he had previously laid back, Muzhik now stood more at attention and at the edge of the seat, as Mati was on her knees before him. One hand was interlaced with her pussy as she played with herself, loving the taste of Muzhik in her mouth as she kept a wet-pursed kiss against the tip of his cock - while the other hand found his, still somewhat sticky from when he was the one that stroked the inside of her womanhood. With those fingers interweaved now, the two shared intimacy that was punctuated with only the audible sounds of moans, the occasional dirty talk and also… the natural chorus that was fellatio. With all of its wet clicks and warm suckles.
Mati’s mouth opened considerably with her tongue guiding the bottom of his cock into it softly, guarding it from her teeth. She first took some of his length in and dragged her lips against the head of the penis as she bobbed back. This was a proper taste of his meat and the taste had made her blush.
In her somewhat messy hair, Muzhik’s other hand confidently found it - to help in the bobbing as she sucked him off. For whatever reason, this made her leak a little more against her own pleasurings of her slit.
Mati would push his cock across her tongue some more, sucking her cheeks hard against it to trap it in her warm, saliva trap - only to drag it consistently between every part of her tongue. His thickness seemed to mostly widen the closer she got to the base, so there was only so much she could do.
And yet, there was ambition and courage. Largely because it made her whole body hot and sweat lightly. “Mgh…”
When her head pulled back so that it was just the glans past her lips, Mati would turn her head side to side, being sure to polish the knob as best as she could. All while she sucked in his taste, his flavour. Oddly enough, Mati had gotten the idea in her head that she wanted to genuinely taste his cum too. Regardless of whether or not it was a hot load directly in her mouth, she craved his seed. She wanted to be bred by this Siberian wolf.
“Ahhh… Matilde… Mhm!”
“Slcherp… mnghhhk…” Mati prodded his dick’s helmet against her inner cheeks, letting them pitch a visible prod at the sides of her mouth. Wet clicks escaped as more saliva managed to slip out.
Muzhik’s hardly-little-soldier glistened. “Mnahhh…”
Mati let the dick pop out for a moment, so that she could move her head and suck at the side. Her lips closed across the rim and her tongue slathered it to top bottom. And once she had known every centimeter of that side, she switched to the opposite part of the helmet, to polish it some more.
“Mati, keep going…” It was hard for Muzhik to say anything intelligent as his own
feralness had gotten to him. “Suck my cock all you want…”
And she smiled, enough to only briefly break her lip’s bond to his prick, but now she took it all in again. Yes, she wanted to polish his cock so that he would be nice and lubricated for slipping inside of her. No, she did not want him to merely slip into her, she wanted him to breed her pussy and to make it gush.
His dick was properly slick now, which made the texture curious to taste more, as she would occasionally lick from his balls, along his shaft and to the tip again. Muzhik’s dick was getting thoroughly sticky and the sounds it made as she sucked him were truly erotic to both. “Sucking Russian cock like that… you must have thought about it a lot…”
Mati’s entire face was red. To tease him back, she dipped the length more into her mouth and felt her tongue get pushed back nearly. But before she could choke, she literally spit him out and left a strand of saliva connecting his prick to her lips.
“Yes…”
“Say it again…”
“Yes, Muzhik…!” She gulped, the taste was now inside of her. This man’s dick had made
an impression. “I want to suck your Russian dick…”
“Siberian dick, to be specific…” He joked.
“O-oh…” Mati punctuated this with some rapid flicks of her tongue against the bottom of the glans. By the time that she had his dick in her mouth again, the two cooperated more clearly.
Minutes passed and Muzhik was clearly a hard nut to crack, but Mati’s mouth was hardly the nutcracker. Thus, she allowed Muzhik to use her mouth somewhat. She still had some control, but the hand that lovingly patted her head, now assisted in the blowjob, bobbing her face against his meat.
The sticky bayonet continued to click inside of her, his own hips moved to meet her more
and more and in synchronization, Mati’s mouth was practically being fucked like her pussy
would later.
Even with this innocent, otherwise pure nerd completely blowing his dick, Muzhik took some time to pet her head, adjust her hair and ensure she was comfortable. Even if at one point, she had maintained a harsh nursing of his dick’s tip and he bayonetted past her lips repeatedly. All while his pre-cum lanced across her tongue and she, without thinking, savoured the taste with moans.
“I love the sight of you like this… I’m sorry…” Muzhik’s eyes closed. The glasses on her face added to the sensationally innocent, yet mature impression it made. And now, he just wanted to fully embrace this love making further. “I want to mark you…”
The cum finally burst into her mouth. Muzhik had held back for so long, the man had retained semen for months out of his own military discipline as well. Yet, here it was - Russian milk drained into her mouth and she could not swallow it fast enough.
By the time his dick left her lips, trails of saliva kept it still attached as if by chains or like a ship moored to a pier, more of his white pearls dripped over her tight lips. Matilde shivered as the Soviet Moloko drained out of her mouth. She even felt his seed swim along the sides of her cheeks.
Muzhik stroked the rest of them out onto her face. Blasts of white, a colour that had been absent from the Russian flag since the revolution, danced on her face. And Mati loved it. To be marked by this beastly man that slowly emerged. Muzhik’s composure had become increasingly animal-like as she shivered, practically having stood up just to look down as his dick made his sperm cling to her glasses. Strands of it have captured parts of her hair.
Her forehead, her glasses, on both sides, all while draining past her nose and onto her lips again. And still, he stroked his saliva-slick dick, every stroke being heard vividly by Mati as
she shivered beneath him - only to force out a driblet of more cock-snow into her face to melt
further.
“Marked… me?” Mati opened her eyes, seeing mostly white. Cum having caked her glasses and his seed practically swam down her face. Before she even asked that, she forced herself to swallow the silky smooth, warm milk that she drained from his cock. And it was strangely addictive. “Aa-hhh… covered me…” She panted, face as red as the Soviet flag.
“I did…” Muzhik confirmed, feeling the wolf inside of him fully emerge. This is the wolf that made the wild people of the Eurasian steppe so fierce in their love. “Now I want to fill you…”
Before they could continue. Mati had begun to scoop the excess cum from the moneyshot on her face into her mouth. She would not get all of it, even as Muzhik held her by the jaw and helped scoop some more of it in with his thumb… Most interestingly, Mati got a taste of herself from both her own fingers and Muzhik’s as well.
“What about your glasses…?”
“I could take them off…”
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”
And with that, she knew that they had to be decently clean. Mati took the glasses off of
her face to begin lapping at them. Her tongue had gotten a lot of exercise today, so maybe she had just formed a routine and it just felt the most sound way to de-clutter the pearls from her glasses was to lick it up.
Not to mention, she had a taste for his dick and his cum now. If it wasn’t delicious to her before, it was now and she was going to have as much as she could of it. Muzhik certainly enjoyed the sight as he gasped a few times in a restrained manner.
“T-there…” Mati swabbed the last strand of whiteness back and forth in her mouth before she swallowed. The scent of Soviet cock and saliva was rather strongly in the air now. There was no shame left to be had, this was only going to continue. With her glasses back on her face, she felt Muzhik stroke her cheek lovingly. “O-oh…”
And bravely, he kissed her again. Unafraid to taste himself even, before he slowly carried her to the floor. With Mati laid on her back against the only carpet, just barely a safe distance away from the stove - she felt Muzhik position himself over her.
This position was entirely dominating and really, oddly protective. Mati felt safe in his arms as he groped her tits, still somewhat slick with his saliva. She felt safe as he kissed her, as he groped her hips, her pudge, her thighs. She felt safe as he kissed her warm inner thighs, that had begun to sweat and redden from the blush that ran through her entire body. And she especially felt safe and secure as he kissed her wet panties, his lips against her concealed slit.
And she felt loved as he licked that layer of her panties, again and again. Tasting her Spanish cunt so lovingly and in such a dirty, lustful fashion. It was like a wolf had truly possessed Muzhik and the desire to devour her had taken over.
Eventually, his saliva became the competitor for what was the main fluid against her slit. Mati’s hairy pussy was defenseless against the Soviet barrage of dedicated licking. Muzhik lovingly stroked her legs, held her hips and reached below to squeeze her ass cheeks as he dabbed against her pussy.
And eventually, he had moved the panties aside just enough so he could slip his tongue in. And she was delicious. The most decadent of candy to him, with the sweetness of a popcorn kernel. Again and again, without stopping, without ceasing, Muzhik began to fully eat her out. His lips pressed against the ones of her womanhood, her sex so violated by this foreign man’s invasive tongue in the probing attacks that surpassed her initial tightness.
“Anghhhhh.. Naghhh… keep, keep licking my pussy, yes!” Mati shook and gasped, twisting and pulling her own nipples, when she did not play idly with his hair or pull at his ears. Soon, her hips would push against his face and signal just how bad she wanted it. “It–its yours, so fucking eat it!”
“Ahh… that Galician rudeness is infamous…” Muzhik teased as he ran his tongue up high and pressed against her clit. Her panties were so wetly tight against her now, as he stretched them with his hands fully grasping her plump ass, there was nothing to stop him from flicking against her clit. She tensed her body and felt it reveal itself more from its hood. Eventually, Muzhik had fully sucked at it with a flat tongue
simultaneously pressed against it, through the fabric.
“Ahhhh… suck my fucking clit, S-Soviet!” Suddenly, Mati did not seem so innocent after all. Or so pure. “Lick me, you dog… yeah, hmmm!”
And so he did. Eventually, the panties had to come off entirely and lovingly, he felt every part of her legs as he slid them down. And with his own prick still holding a dangling pearl, he angled it and sunk it into her entrance slowly.
So this was it.
Mati took a deep breath in. She was wet and her womanhood, hairy and all, was about to be
penetrated by the superior Siberian kolbasa. No Spanish man had managed to take her virginity, but only this strange foreigner who she was already dedicated to in soul. And the whole idea of that was incredibly hot. Incredibly enduring. And while there was love, there was also this loving need to feel his cock against her inner walls.
“Ahhhh… Mati… You’re tight at the entrance…” He slipped his head in and she latched onto him, as he leaned over her. Soon, his hips would connect with hers and pound her body. Soon, the whole house would shake with the sounds of her Galician pussy taking Soviet length.
“Mmmm, I am going to make love to you… and then I am going to fuck you… Alright?”
“Gentle… first then…?” Mati gasped, kissing his cheek. Her legs fully hugged him and prepared to pull him deep into her vagina. This really was it, already his cock had pushed through her tight lips and there was no going back. His Siberian Kolbasa wet with her saliva, her Galician cake wet with his own, a pearl of his cum already swabbed into her.
Yes.
Mati wanted this badly.
Yes, please.
Mati wanted this fucking badly, to have more of his seed pearled into her. When she was
ready, she gasped a hot exhale into his ear and hugged him tightly. Her Russian bear would
take the plunge slowly and lovingly. The tunnel widening as the train entered. Soon to burst with
little slavic men inside of her. To assault her womb. Whether or not she would one day carry his
child, the risk was worth it.
“Gentle and then… fuck me, you bear… Agh, I want to feel one with you.”
“Yeah?” Muzhik dipped his penis into her gradually some more. He was already rather deep and now her intensely warm entrance had become wet against him. Her tight, inner walls collapsed down on him and wished to trap him. No, it was more that her pussy beckoned him forth further. Her pussy effectively was eating his cock and wanting more, even if it was a lot to take in. “You want this Siberian bear’s cock in you…?”
“Give me your kolbasa and your moloko…” Matilde begged for it. Wanted it. “I want to be yours, Muzhik… make me belong to you.”
“Ohh…? You want to be URSS property?” Muzhik smiled at the insidious suggestion, as silly as it was. His dick was insanely deep in her now and finally, he had filled her sheath entirely
with his sword. Which made her hold her breath. She swore she felt a bulge in her stomach, but
it was just the butterflies of knowing she had just had her cherry smashed by the Soviet’s
hammer and now, he was going to pound her sickle flat. “Is that it?”
“Hmmmm… I want to belong to the URSS…” Of course, she meant to him and him exclusively. But for some reason, this wordage had an effect on her. “Claim my pussy for Soviet Russia… for the Motherland. For the Soviet Union, l-liberate me!”
And Mati would fill the glory of the Motherland for sure. As bravely, the fascism of her Galician pussy was removed by the emancipating efforts of the penis revolution inside of her. Yes, so boldly, Muzhik’s cock had pressed against the frontlines and now fully pursued the enemy. Backed against the corner, he was sure to swab his prick against her tight spots.
No corridor would go unpunished, unliberated. Mati’s pussy had to feel the pride of the Russian bear. Once awake, the bear would prowl and take all for itself. The imperialistic nature of the Russian nation had truly beastly origins. Her pussy was so wet, so sticky already. The two of them exchanged this wetness between their mouths and their sexes. Mati felt completely that she was utterly hunted by this Communist wolf. How could it be?! How could her virginity be so crushingly defeated by this mammoth of meat?
It was so great. The man of ice was intent on melting her and still woven into his Siberian
uniform, his pelvis began to pound her some more. Was it not enough that she had already come and squirted over his balls? That both of their thighs were soaking wet with the orgasm that had her praising the invisible hands of fate that allowed her to be so molested by his excellent cock?
At first, Muzhik had truly made the sweetest love to her and now, he was simply breeding her. Her Spanish pussy was being bred so deliciously for his Soviet seed and she wanted him to burst into her, to gush into her. No matter the consequences.
His ass clenched as he pushed into her again and again. Beneath him, she quivered, she shuttered, she shivered, but she was so warm. He was so warm. The two of their bodies had began to melt together as they were stoves for one another.
Mati’s pussy hugged his dick as tightly as she latched onto him in person. She wanted to drain him and surely, she would. His hands grasped every part of her the first time he came, he felt so vulnerable and yet, needed the reassurance that he too, was safe and secure in this love.
So the two of them froze as he his hips bucked into her and filled her with loving-butter.
Gushing again and again. His size against her depth, meant that she could feel the tight-fit
twitch as it dropped pearls into her. Muzhik’s seed had filled her so much.
And lovingly, he would glaze her entrance as he pulled out to flick his prick at her some more, dribbling some sticky white love against her pubes and inner thigh. The entire time, he panted with a red face, his glasses fogged up.
And then he would move into her again, lodging the cum further into her and his mouth would taste her’s. Again, they made love and slowly, his meat-bayonet jabbed against her. But this time, her dam would burst again. Practically drenching the tool and its owner, which made it even more pleasant as his dick audibly slapped into her pussy again.
Wet, fleshy smacks as he pulverized her pelvis. The beast had awakened and she was alone for the ride, taking his dick in every direction it struck, like assassin’s blades from the dark. The cum that burst into her had drained from the slit and nearly entered her ass, the sweat made them both slick.
Eventually, they could not bother to be clothed at all. The more they went at it, the more they became bare. Naked. Unafraid. Like Adam and Eve. But there was no shame. Muzhik loved to fuck her Galician cake and to stir it with his Soviet-made fuck-muscle. And once again, he’d shoot strands of dick-sap from his branch into her happy valley to plant many seeds of love.
Two bodies, two origins, two lovers utterly intertwined. What was not drenched in saliva
and sweat, would soon be covered in Muzhik’s cum. After he had harpooned her womb once more, he had the urge to mark her again and again. Blasting his pearls onto her pudge, her stomach tightened at the feeling of his loving warmth being cast onto her in bursts. And it would go into her again. Until her whole body and his own were as red as borscht - just in time to add more sour cream to the top. This time, her tits would feel the
embrace of his orgasm, but only after the rug was further dampened by her own.
So sensitive, so raw - Mati never expected to be painted so thoroughly inside and out. And finally, it only seemed to reach the end when the two were on the verge of exhaustion. Having rolled her over. Muzhik pounded her from behind in doggystyle. Her plump ass practically slapped against his pelvis as he thrusted into her.
This was the roughest they have done it yet, having interchanged between all the motions before. But now, it was purely feral. And Mati begged for it. Wanting to feel the full lengths this beast would go to fill her up again and to blast all over her.
“Nghhh ahhh… Muzhik, fuck my pussy, yes… Mnghh!” She barely could get anything else out. “Make me.. Ngh - URSS property… Gfh… Fuck me, Muzhik, with your Siberian cock, naghhh!” She wanted his milk, his sausage. She loved the way her ass bounced against him and how teasingly bubble-shaped butt, her pear body - was being handled by this man. Impaled on his foreign dick, she felt euphoria that was beyond the simple orgasm.
“Matilde, you belong to me… and I belong to you…” It was incredible he could even say anything as he gripped her ass by both cheeks with both hands. Watching as his cock disappeared into her tunnel again and again. Muzhik continued to gun into her, his penis felt like the warmed, melting barrel of a machinegun that had to release its final burst. His eyes forced close, partially from the sweat of his own brow getting into them. “You belong to the URSS, right?”
“Y-yes, yeees~” She felt the warmth penetrate her deeper and deeper. This man who pounded her so furiously. Her ass clapped so loudly against his thrusts, Mati had forgotten he gave her cheeks a few spanks. But now, the spanks have become just a bit more considerate.
“So feral, Matilde!” That authoritative voice of his had come out. “You must be tamed a little… disciplined some more, eh?”
“Yes, discipline me, Muzhik…” All that innocence and meekness had the tendency to simply shatter now that her virginity had been so thoroughly assassinated. “I want to… I want to feel it! Mmm!”
She raised her ass more for him, just as he held her by the hips and triumphantly pierced her with his sizable soldier. Muzhik’s head fell back as he gasped each time he filled her entire pussy with the presence of his buffed cock.
“Uhhh!” He felt her tighten around him and become warmer than ever before.
“Ahhh!” He felt her pussy eat him and suck him in deeper than ever before, pressed so firmly against her most intimate parts.
“Mati!” He felt her squirt around his throbbing dick all over again.
“Matilde!” He felt his first blast of cum fill her even more thoroughly, a strand of it having
entangled around the bulk of his shaft as it
slammed into her again for more.
“I love you, Mati! Ahhh!” And he gushed again, as he pushed her tunnel to its max capacity. “I love you! Aa-ah!” And of course, gave her one last spank that reddened her ass, before he held both of her cheeks tightly in his hands, kneading her with his fingers.
“Nghhh!” How could he have done it again? But he did, the whiteness of Siberian love-snow splattered her and ran down her inner thighs. “Aghhhh!”
And as he pulled out, he had enough to drop pearls against her cheeks. Mati flexed her entire body, feeling as he reached to grab her pudge and run his dick past her exit, running along slickly between her ass.
“Muuuzhiik! Aghhhn!” Her face twisted and as she felt the last burst of his love batter completely plaster her back, running around to her tits and one goop even landed in her hair, dropping down to her glasses. “Aghhh…”
Wordlessly, Mati and Muzhik laid beside each other with rapidly moving chests. It took so much to gather their breath again, but the two were euphoric and of course, the slightest guilt
had taken both of their hearts as they both calmed.
Mati rested against his chest, even though she was hardly clean enough to be held, but there was no worry. Not a single concern. Her fingers, as exhausted as she was, traced some of the hairs on his chest. She, herself, looked like properly buttered bread.
What else could be said other than…
“I love you so much…”
“I love you with all my heart, too.”
And that damn cat, Lovecraft, was still nowhere to be found.
“G-good…?!”
“Like… some kind of butter candy…”
“O-oh? R-really?!” Mati thought he was just buttering her up surely, literally. But no, he
seemed to be rather interested in her taste now.
“Muzhik… I want to taste you too…” This want
and tension was furthered by his hard Siberian cock, pitched like a yurt in his trousers,
patiently pressed against her pantied sex.
“You will have several chances to, don’t worry…”
Finally, his hand rested at her pussy and there was no more teasing, his fingers slipped past the panties and glided through her hairs. Finally, at her slit, he began to tease her womanhood’s shape.
“Mmm…”
“Muzhik… M-Muzhik, t-touch me more there-”
“Of course. You want it, right?”
“Y-yeah, touch me, p-please, make me feel good, taste me more-”
Mati’s pussy was being thoroughly investigated by his fingers, whether it was to press at her clit or to masturbate her vigorously, to penetrate her inner walls… Muzhik spent a good amount of time getting to know her shape, every secret and every crevice. Every centimeter of her, he wanted to explore - but this was just the probing mission. The recon mission.
As her sex became more wet, Mati was able to once again hear the fact that her womanhood was being stirred, prodded and penetrated. To think, her pesky virginity would be within the grasp of this foreign man. Yet, the months they’ve known each other, first as comrades, then as allies, then as friends and now fully as lovers… have been splendid. So it felt right. Destined, even. She was glad to give it to him.
Her breast would fully feel the sensation of rather large, swabbing motions from his tongue as he grasped her nipple in his mouth. Muzhik’s tongue longingly and lustfully would follow a warm exhale that made her shiver. Such dedication to the mutual pleasure the two had begun to share.
She could not believe that she would be so turned on by another human being. So turned on by the fact that he was from where he was from, as well. The feeling could not be forced to hide much longer, Mati secretly enjoyed the erotic nature of having a foreign, exotic man be her first, her last, her one and only.
This cultured, refined and Soviet man had more or less taken charge of the ambitious operation to take her virginity, to be her true love, to be her future husband, her partner. To be someone whose touch was nearly holy to her and eagerly, she wanted so much so, to weave her fingers with his own.
The mind of the nerdy lady had raced with so many thoughts, both deviant and complex.
Yes, this is Muzhik. This is my Muzhik. I can’t believe it, he really is taking me. And I’m really
starting to feel one-with-him in this connection. Should I be ashamed? No… it feels too good, too right to be ashamed. I don’t want to hold back anymore and I don’t want to let opportunities
like this ever pass.
Matilde also felt that she was in good hands, him being somewhat older, more mature and capable was another handsome characteristic that made her shiver in his grasp. To think of all ladies, it was her pussy that he prodded and penetrated with his fingers. And he clearly enjoyed this fact too.
Without thinking, she continued to wiggle her hips against him, wanting to turn him on more. Wanting to tempt the beast that was hidden within him. Yes, all men had it, but surely - someone as well mannered, well tempered and kind-faced as Muzhik must have had something utterly wild within him. A feral part that wished to eat her up in a way that made her stomach tighten with excitement.
“Hahhh-aghhh, ohhahhh…” Mati gasped and suddenly stood up from his laps. Although his hand still held her at her sex, only now it slowly retreated and grasped her furry entrance.
“Something wrong…?” Muzhik immediately asked with a calm voice, even though there was so much excitement and eagerness to continue hidden behind it. “If it's too much-” A viable worry. That consideration alone was enough to make Mati complete her next action.
It was hardly a twirl around, instead, it was a stumble as she practically collapsed into his lap. Nudging the bulge in his service trousers against her face. This was his cock, ready for her like a rocket that wanted to break the stratosphere and land accurately past the entrance of her womanhood. And Mati held the launch codes.
“I want to… taste you… and suck you.” She gulped and showed her teeth, as if it was almost a threat. They were cute, in their own way, but hardly a fang in her - so it was not as
intimidating or exciting as she may have thought. But it did get a considerable expression from
Muzhik of partial embarrassment.
The two of them felt the slightest hints of shame, knowing that they bartered with her ‘sacred’ virginity with their increasing ferocity in testing the limits of her own tolerance toward
such touch. Yet, it melted away as she kissed the trouser bulge. And even licked the fabric with
a stern expression of determination.
“You… you want to, huh? Well, I certainly can’t say no…” And just as Muzhik confirmed this with her, in an exchange of small nods, he was happy to begin undoing his trousers so that she could finally taste this man’s kolbasa.
From the eager look in her eyes, Mati clearly had thought about this a lot. Her eyes glowed behind her glasses and her literally framed face came off as cute. Muzhik could barely believe this adorable face was soon to nurse his cock with her tight lips.
She had read into it, a little bit. As much as she could with the resources available. Surprisingly difficult given these times and the puritan values of this fairly Christian part of Southern Europe. But she had the vaguest idea of what to do and Mati knew that it would be enjoyed. Still, her eyes shifted toward his own for some instructions.
“Go ahead and taste it all you want…”
This was her first time seeing the penis of a man. In person. And not only that, but it was her goal to practically choke on this genuine Soviet sausage. It would not disappoint her and she was almost glad she hyped it up, because Muzhik’s meat proved to be more sizable than she thought.
Both trunk and branch in all of the right places, proportional and with a surprisingly photogenic quality to it. Her mind definitely took mental snapshots of it. A cock that would reflect his skin tone, with a head the same colour of his lips.
“Mati…” Muzhik bit his own lips as his manhood was presented before her face. “Go on… If you can.”
“O-of course, I can…” She would not back down now. Although her eyes were clearly focused on the task, despite the reflection of Russian kolbasa, standing tall and proud in her glasses… had shown just how much of a mountain she still had to overcome.
Her hands, while cold, were soft to the touch and it was actually rather pleasant to feel her testingly tease his girth and length with groping. Again and again, she would play with his penis and inspect it closely, as if to give it an
examination.
No way all cocks look this good… Ouh, what am I even thinking?! But hmmm, even the aroma is… so distinctively him. And the taste…?
Mati never thought she would find herself so curious to try it. And she would try it again.
Until finally, her small, warm tongue continued to lap at the Soviet man’s dick with increasingly
rapid focus. Before long, in the same way his own tongue took large, open mouth lunges against her nipples, Mati began to emulate something similar against his cock.
She wanted to be considerate to start with, but already, she had begun to overstimulate him and turned Muzhik into a blushed, flustered mess. At first, he gripped the rests of the chair as Mati drained her saliva over the head of his dick and swirled the side of her tongue against the side of the glans itself.
For someone who did not know what she was doing, there was considerable pride she found in herself, knowing that she could make Muzhik so much less composed. So innocently, the pure Mati sucked his dick in a way that it was almost an art form.
Since he had previously laid back, Muzhik now stood more at attention and at the edge of the seat, as Mati was on her knees before him. One hand was interlaced with her pussy as she played with herself, loving the taste of Muzhik in her mouth as she kept a wet-pursed kiss against the tip of his cock - while the other hand found his, still somewhat sticky from when he was the one that stroked the inside of her womanhood. With those fingers interweaved now, the two shared intimacy that was punctuated with only the audible sounds of moans, the occasional dirty talk and also… the natural chorus that was fellatio. With all of its wet clicks and warm suckles.
Mati’s mouth opened considerably with her tongue guiding the bottom of his cock into it softly, guarding it from her teeth. She first took some of his length in and dragged her lips against the head of the penis as she bobbed back. This was a proper taste of his meat and the taste had made her blush.
In her somewhat messy hair, Muzhik’s other hand confidently found it - to help in the bobbing as she sucked him off. For whatever reason, this made her leak a little more against her own pleasurings of her slit.
Mati would push his cock across her tongue some more, sucking her cheeks hard against it to trap it in her warm, saliva trap - only to drag it consistently between every part of her tongue. His thickness seemed to mostly widen the closer she got to the base, so there was only so much she could do.
And yet, there was ambition and courage. Largely because it made her whole body hot and sweat lightly. “Mgh…”
When her head pulled back so that it was just the glans past her lips, Mati would turn her head side to side, being sure to polish the knob as best as she could. All while she sucked in his taste, his flavour. Oddly enough, Mati had gotten the idea in her head that she wanted to genuinely taste his cum too. Regardless of whether or not it was a hot load directly in her mouth, she craved his seed. She wanted to be bred by this Siberian wolf.
“Ahhh… Matilde… Mhm!”
“Slcherp… mnghhhk…” Mati prodded his dick’s helmet against her inner cheeks, letting them pitch a visible prod at the sides of her mouth. Wet clicks escaped as more saliva managed to slip out.
Muzhik’s hardly-little-soldier glistened. “Mnahhh…”
Mati let the dick pop out for a moment, so that she could move her head and suck at the side. Her lips closed across the rim and her tongue slathered it to top bottom. And once she had known every centimeter of that side, she switched to the opposite part of the helmet, to polish it some more.
“Mati, keep going…” It was hard for Muzhik to say anything intelligent as his own
feralness had gotten to him. “Suck my cock all you want…”
And she smiled, enough to only briefly break her lip’s bond to his prick, but now she took it all in again. Yes, she wanted to polish his cock so that he would be nice and lubricated for slipping inside of her. No, she did not want him to merely slip into her, she wanted him to breed her pussy and to make it gush.
His dick was properly slick now, which made the texture curious to taste more, as she would occasionally lick from his balls, along his shaft and to the tip again. Muzhik’s dick was getting thoroughly sticky and the sounds it made as she sucked him were truly erotic to both. “Sucking Russian cock like that… you must have thought about it a lot…”
Mati’s entire face was red. To tease him back, she dipped the length more into her mouth and felt her tongue get pushed back nearly. But before she could choke, she literally spit him out and left a strand of saliva connecting his prick to her lips.
“Yes…”
“Say it again…”
“Yes, Muzhik…!” She gulped, the taste was now inside of her. This man’s dick had made
an impression. “I want to suck your Russian dick…”
“Siberian dick, to be specific…” He joked.
“O-oh…” Mati punctuated this with some rapid flicks of her tongue against the bottom of the glans. By the time that she had his dick in her mouth again, the two cooperated more clearly.
Minutes passed and Muzhik was clearly a hard nut to crack, but Mati’s mouth was hardly the nutcracker. Thus, she allowed Muzhik to use her mouth somewhat. She still had some control, but the hand that lovingly patted her head, now assisted in the blowjob, bobbing her face against his meat.
The sticky bayonet continued to click inside of her, his own hips moved to meet her more
and more and in synchronization, Mati’s mouth was practically being fucked like her pussy
would later.
Even with this innocent, otherwise pure nerd completely blowing his dick, Muzhik took some time to pet her head, adjust her hair and ensure she was comfortable. Even if at one point, she had maintained a harsh nursing of his dick’s tip and he bayonetted past her lips repeatedly. All while his pre-cum lanced across her tongue and she, without thinking, savoured the taste with moans.
“I love the sight of you like this… I’m sorry…” Muzhik’s eyes closed. The glasses on her face added to the sensationally innocent, yet mature impression it made. And now, he just wanted to fully embrace this love making further. “I want to mark you…”
The cum finally burst into her mouth. Muzhik had held back for so long, the man had retained semen for months out of his own military discipline as well. Yet, here it was - Russian milk drained into her mouth and she could not swallow it fast enough.
By the time his dick left her lips, trails of saliva kept it still attached as if by chains or like a ship moored to a pier, more of his white pearls dripped over her tight lips. Matilde shivered as the Soviet Moloko drained out of her mouth. She even felt his seed swim along the sides of her cheeks.
Muzhik stroked the rest of them out onto her face. Blasts of white, a colour that had been absent from the Russian flag since the revolution, danced on her face. And Mati loved it. To be marked by this beastly man that slowly emerged. Muzhik’s composure had become increasingly animal-like as she shivered, practically having stood up just to look down as his dick made his sperm cling to her glasses. Strands of it have captured parts of her hair.
Her forehead, her glasses, on both sides, all while draining past her nose and onto her lips again. And still, he stroked his saliva-slick dick, every stroke being heard vividly by Mati as
she shivered beneath him - only to force out a driblet of more cock-snow into her face to melt
further.
“Marked… me?” Mati opened her eyes, seeing mostly white. Cum having caked her glasses and his seed practically swam down her face. Before she even asked that, she forced herself to swallow the silky smooth, warm milk that she drained from his cock. And it was strangely addictive. “Aa-hhh… covered me…” She panted, face as red as the Soviet flag.
“I did…” Muzhik confirmed, feeling the wolf inside of him fully emerge. This is the wolf that made the wild people of the Eurasian steppe so fierce in their love. “Now I want to fill you…”
Before they could continue. Mati had begun to scoop the excess cum from the moneyshot on her face into her mouth. She would not get all of it, even as Muzhik held her by the jaw and helped scoop some more of it in with his thumb… Most interestingly, Mati got a taste of herself from both her own fingers and Muzhik’s as well.
“What about your glasses…?”
“I could take them off…”
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”
And with that, she knew that they had to be decently clean. Mati took the glasses off of
her face to begin lapping at them. Her tongue had gotten a lot of exercise today, so maybe she had just formed a routine and it just felt the most sound way to de-clutter the pearls from her glasses was to lick it up.
Not to mention, she had a taste for his dick and his cum now. If it wasn’t delicious to her before, it was now and she was going to have as much as she could of it. Muzhik certainly enjoyed the sight as he gasped a few times in a restrained manner.
“T-there…” Mati swabbed the last strand of whiteness back and forth in her mouth before she swallowed. The scent of Soviet cock and saliva was rather strongly in the air now. There was no shame left to be had, this was only going to continue. With her glasses back on her face, she felt Muzhik stroke her cheek lovingly. “O-oh…”
And bravely, he kissed her again. Unafraid to taste himself even, before he slowly carried her to the floor. With Mati laid on her back against the only carpet, just barely a safe distance away from the stove - she felt Muzhik position himself over her.
This position was entirely dominating and really, oddly protective. Mati felt safe in his arms as he groped her tits, still somewhat slick with his saliva. She felt safe as he kissed her, as he groped her hips, her pudge, her thighs. She felt safe as he kissed her warm inner thighs, that had begun to sweat and redden from the blush that ran through her entire body. And she especially felt safe and secure as he kissed her wet panties, his lips against her concealed slit.
And she felt loved as he licked that layer of her panties, again and again. Tasting her Spanish cunt so lovingly and in such a dirty, lustful fashion. It was like a wolf had truly possessed Muzhik and the desire to devour her had taken over.
Eventually, his saliva became the competitor for what was the main fluid against her slit. Mati’s hairy pussy was defenseless against the Soviet barrage of dedicated licking. Muzhik lovingly stroked her legs, held her hips and reached below to squeeze her ass cheeks as he dabbed against her pussy.
And eventually, he had moved the panties aside just enough so he could slip his tongue in. And she was delicious. The most decadent of candy to him, with the sweetness of a popcorn kernel. Again and again, without stopping, without ceasing, Muzhik began to fully eat her out. His lips pressed against the ones of her womanhood, her sex so violated by this foreign man’s invasive tongue in the probing attacks that surpassed her initial tightness.
“Anghhhhh.. Naghhh… keep, keep licking my pussy, yes!” Mati shook and gasped, twisting and pulling her own nipples, when she did not play idly with his hair or pull at his ears. Soon, her hips would push against his face and signal just how bad she wanted it. “It–its yours, so fucking eat it!”
“Ahh… that Galician rudeness is infamous…” Muzhik teased as he ran his tongue up high and pressed against her clit. Her panties were so wetly tight against her now, as he stretched them with his hands fully grasping her plump ass, there was nothing to stop him from flicking against her clit. She tensed her body and felt it reveal itself more from its hood. Eventually, Muzhik had fully sucked at it with a flat tongue
simultaneously pressed against it, through the fabric.
“Ahhhh… suck my fucking clit, S-Soviet!” Suddenly, Mati did not seem so innocent after all. Or so pure. “Lick me, you dog… yeah, hmmm!”
And so he did. Eventually, the panties had to come off entirely and lovingly, he felt every part of her legs as he slid them down. And with his own prick still holding a dangling pearl, he angled it and sunk it into her entrance slowly.
So this was it.
Mati took a deep breath in. She was wet and her womanhood, hairy and all, was about to be
penetrated by the superior Siberian kolbasa. No Spanish man had managed to take her virginity, but only this strange foreigner who she was already dedicated to in soul. And the whole idea of that was incredibly hot. Incredibly enduring. And while there was love, there was also this loving need to feel his cock against her inner walls.
“Ahhhh… Mati… You’re tight at the entrance…” He slipped his head in and she latched onto him, as he leaned over her. Soon, his hips would connect with hers and pound her body. Soon, the whole house would shake with the sounds of her Galician pussy taking Soviet length.
“Mmmm, I am going to make love to you… and then I am going to fuck you… Alright?”
“Gentle… first then…?” Mati gasped, kissing his cheek. Her legs fully hugged him and prepared to pull him deep into her vagina. This really was it, already his cock had pushed through her tight lips and there was no going back. His Siberian Kolbasa wet with her saliva, her Galician cake wet with his own, a pearl of his cum already swabbed into her.
Yes.
Mati wanted this badly.
Yes, please.
Mati wanted this fucking badly, to have more of his seed pearled into her. When she was
ready, she gasped a hot exhale into his ear and hugged him tightly. Her Russian bear would
take the plunge slowly and lovingly. The tunnel widening as the train entered. Soon to burst with
little slavic men inside of her. To assault her womb. Whether or not she would one day carry his
child, the risk was worth it.
“Gentle and then… fuck me, you bear… Agh, I want to feel one with you.”
“Yeah?” Muzhik dipped his penis into her gradually some more. He was already rather deep and now her intensely warm entrance had become wet against him. Her tight, inner walls collapsed down on him and wished to trap him. No, it was more that her pussy beckoned him forth further. Her pussy effectively was eating his cock and wanting more, even if it was a lot to take in. “You want this Siberian bear’s cock in you…?”
“Give me your kolbasa and your moloko…” Matilde begged for it. Wanted it. “I want to be yours, Muzhik… make me belong to you.”
“Ohh…? You want to be URSS property?” Muzhik smiled at the insidious suggestion, as silly as it was. His dick was insanely deep in her now and finally, he had filled her sheath entirely
with his sword. Which made her hold her breath. She swore she felt a bulge in her stomach, but
it was just the butterflies of knowing she had just had her cherry smashed by the Soviet’s
hammer and now, he was going to pound her sickle flat. “Is that it?”
“Hmmmm… I want to belong to the URSS…” Of course, she meant to him and him exclusively. But for some reason, this wordage had an effect on her. “Claim my pussy for Soviet Russia… for the Motherland. For the Soviet Union, l-liberate me!”
And Mati would fill the glory of the Motherland for sure. As bravely, the fascism of her Galician pussy was removed by the emancipating efforts of the penis revolution inside of her. Yes, so boldly, Muzhik’s cock had pressed against the frontlines and now fully pursued the enemy. Backed against the corner, he was sure to swab his prick against her tight spots.
No corridor would go unpunished, unliberated. Mati’s pussy had to feel the pride of the Russian bear. Once awake, the bear would prowl and take all for itself. The imperialistic nature of the Russian nation had truly beastly origins. Her pussy was so wet, so sticky already. The two of them exchanged this wetness between their mouths and their sexes. Mati felt completely that she was utterly hunted by this Communist wolf. How could it be?! How could her virginity be so crushingly defeated by this mammoth of meat?
It was so great. The man of ice was intent on melting her and still woven into his Siberian
uniform, his pelvis began to pound her some more. Was it not enough that she had already come and squirted over his balls? That both of their thighs were soaking wet with the orgasm that had her praising the invisible hands of fate that allowed her to be so molested by his excellent cock?
At first, Muzhik had truly made the sweetest love to her and now, he was simply breeding her. Her Spanish pussy was being bred so deliciously for his Soviet seed and she wanted him to burst into her, to gush into her. No matter the consequences.
His ass clenched as he pushed into her again and again. Beneath him, she quivered, she shuttered, she shivered, but she was so warm. He was so warm. The two of their bodies had began to melt together as they were stoves for one another.
Mati’s pussy hugged his dick as tightly as she latched onto him in person. She wanted to drain him and surely, she would. His hands grasped every part of her the first time he came, he felt so vulnerable and yet, needed the reassurance that he too, was safe and secure in this love.
So the two of them froze as he his hips bucked into her and filled her with loving-butter.
Gushing again and again. His size against her depth, meant that she could feel the tight-fit
twitch as it dropped pearls into her. Muzhik’s seed had filled her so much.
And lovingly, he would glaze her entrance as he pulled out to flick his prick at her some more, dribbling some sticky white love against her pubes and inner thigh. The entire time, he panted with a red face, his glasses fogged up.
And then he would move into her again, lodging the cum further into her and his mouth would taste her’s. Again, they made love and slowly, his meat-bayonet jabbed against her. But this time, her dam would burst again. Practically drenching the tool and its owner, which made it even more pleasant as his dick audibly slapped into her pussy again.
Wet, fleshy smacks as he pulverized her pelvis. The beast had awakened and she was alone for the ride, taking his dick in every direction it struck, like assassin’s blades from the dark. The cum that burst into her had drained from the slit and nearly entered her ass, the sweat made them both slick.
Eventually, they could not bother to be clothed at all. The more they went at it, the more they became bare. Naked. Unafraid. Like Adam and Eve. But there was no shame. Muzhik loved to fuck her Galician cake and to stir it with his Soviet-made fuck-muscle. And once again, he’d shoot strands of dick-sap from his branch into her happy valley to plant many seeds of love.
Two bodies, two origins, two lovers utterly intertwined. What was not drenched in saliva
and sweat, would soon be covered in Muzhik’s cum. After he had harpooned her womb once more, he had the urge to mark her again and again. Blasting his pearls onto her pudge, her stomach tightened at the feeling of his loving warmth being cast onto her in bursts. And it would go into her again. Until her whole body and his own were as red as borscht - just in time to add more sour cream to the top. This time, her tits would feel the
embrace of his orgasm, but only after the rug was further dampened by her own.
So sensitive, so raw - Mati never expected to be painted so thoroughly inside and out. And finally, it only seemed to reach the end when the two were on the verge of exhaustion. Having rolled her over. Muzhik pounded her from behind in doggystyle. Her plump ass practically slapped against his pelvis as he thrusted into her.
This was the roughest they have done it yet, having interchanged between all the motions before. But now, it was purely feral. And Mati begged for it. Wanting to feel the full lengths this beast would go to fill her up again and to blast all over her.
“Nghhh ahhh… Muzhik, fuck my pussy, yes… Mnghh!” She barely could get anything else out. “Make me.. Ngh - URSS property… Gfh… Fuck me, Muzhik, with your Siberian cock, naghhh!” She wanted his milk, his sausage. She loved the way her ass bounced against him and how teasingly bubble-shaped butt, her pear body - was being handled by this man. Impaled on his foreign dick, she felt euphoria that was beyond the simple orgasm.
“Matilde, you belong to me… and I belong to you…” It was incredible he could even say anything as he gripped her ass by both cheeks with both hands. Watching as his cock disappeared into her tunnel again and again. Muzhik continued to gun into her, his penis felt like the warmed, melting barrel of a machinegun that had to release its final burst. His eyes forced close, partially from the sweat of his own brow getting into them. “You belong to the URSS, right?”
“Y-yes, yeees~” She felt the warmth penetrate her deeper and deeper. This man who pounded her so furiously. Her ass clapped so loudly against his thrusts, Mati had forgotten he gave her cheeks a few spanks. But now, the spanks have become just a bit more considerate.
“So feral, Matilde!” That authoritative voice of his had come out. “You must be tamed a little… disciplined some more, eh?”
“Yes, discipline me, Muzhik…” All that innocence and meekness had the tendency to simply shatter now that her virginity had been so thoroughly assassinated. “I want to… I want to feel it! Mmm!”
She raised her ass more for him, just as he held her by the hips and triumphantly pierced her with his sizable soldier. Muzhik’s head fell back as he gasped each time he filled her entire pussy with the presence of his buffed cock.
“Uhhh!” He felt her tighten around him and become warmer than ever before.
“Ahhh!” He felt her pussy eat him and suck him in deeper than ever before, pressed so firmly against her most intimate parts.
“Mati!” He felt her squirt around his throbbing dick all over again.
“Matilde!” He felt his first blast of cum fill her even more thoroughly, a strand of it having
entangled around the bulk of his shaft as it
slammed into her again for more.
“I love you, Mati! Ahhh!” And he gushed again, as he pushed her tunnel to its max capacity. “I love you! Aa-ah!” And of course, gave her one last spank that reddened her ass, before he held both of her cheeks tightly in his hands, kneading her with his fingers.
“Nghhh!” How could he have done it again? But he did, the whiteness of Siberian love-snow splattered her and ran down her inner thighs. “Aghhhh!”
And as he pulled out, he had enough to drop pearls against her cheeks. Mati flexed her entire body, feeling as he reached to grab her pudge and run his dick past her exit, running along slickly between her ass.
“Muuuzhiik! Aghhhn!” Her face twisted and as she felt the last burst of his love batter completely plaster her back, running around to her tits and one goop even landed in her hair, dropping down to her glasses. “Aghhh…”
Wordlessly, Mati and Muzhik laid beside each other with rapidly moving chests. It took so much to gather their breath again, but the two were euphoric and of course, the slightest guilt
had taken both of their hearts as they both calmed.
Mati rested against his chest, even though she was hardly clean enough to be held, but there was no worry. Not a single concern. Her fingers, as exhausted as she was, traced some of the hairs on his chest. She, herself, looked like properly buttered bread.
What else could be said other than…
“I love you so much…”
“I love you with all my heart, too.”
And that damn cat, Lovecraft, was still nowhere to be found.