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symbol there, and I stopped caring.
His hands separated my thighs, pushing them up and back, folding me, and I yelped in surprise, the
yell growing throaty when he started to rub me right where I needed it. He pressed close, our faces
inches apart, my ankles over his shoulders. He began to stroke my lips through my panties, the fabric
rapidly moistening. You are an angel, he muttered in Russian. You don t know what s coming, but
I m going to fuck you like a cheap whore.
I had to fight very hard to look confused. I knew that I should be slapping his face, but the words
only made me hotter.
His fingers stretched my panties away from my body and I gasped as I felt the air-conditioned air
of the car on my moist flesh. Careful, I muttered. They re new.
With a sudden jerk of his hand, he snapped the waistband and tossed them away. I ll buy you
more, he said. He was on his knees on the seat, now, my ankles in his hands. He pushed them even
further back and then opened them a little. His head dipped and
I moaned as his mouth came down on my wet, ready flesh, a spasm rippling up from my groin and
making me twist and thrash. His tongue covered me in quick, hard licks, dipping between my lips to
taste me. I could feel the moisture flooding me there, my own helpless response to his touch.
He pushed his head closer, forcing it between my thighs, the slight grizzle on his cheeks rasping
against my sensitive skin. His tongue was tracing each lip in turn, switching between them, drawing
the silken flesh with it and stretching it tight. My toes curled and strained in my shoes, somewhere up
near the car s ceiling. I remembered Yuri again and wondered how I looked, with my stockinged legs
kicking in the air.
The tip of his tongue found my clit, teasing the hidden bud, swirling around and around it and
running up and down either side but never quite lashing it directly, as I craved. He kept me on the
edge while he plunged two thick fingers into me, twisting them as they speared deep. I was gasping
and panting, my ass grinding against the leather seat, my hips bucking.
His fingers and tongue took me to the very edge and then, just as my climax was swollen and
ready to explode, he drew his fingers from me and pushed them at my panting lips. I opened
instinctively, staring up at him as he brushed them over my tongue. I am going to do such things to
you, he whispered in Russian. If you are my salvation, then I will be your corruptor.
I tried to remember to frown at him as if confused. Inside I could feel my coming orgasm expand
and stretch at his words. Corrupted.
I watched as he unfastened his belt and rammed down his pants. His cock sprang into view, hard
and ready and intimidatingly thick.
He used his elbows to spread my legs wide as he rolled on a condom. One foot almost brushed
the passenger seat. You really do need a lot of leg room, I thought, dazedly. Then his hands were
sliding under my ass, cupping my cheeks. He lifted me
I groaned as he sank into me in one long thrust, then groaned louder as he went deeper. I panted up
at him in disbelief as he slid further God! I hadn t known he could go so deep! He was hunkering
over me, his body almost covering mine, our faces close together. And then the tight curls at the base
of his cock were caressing my lips and he was inside me completely.
I stared up at him. He wasn t even moving, yet, but the vibrations of the car were moving me
minutely around him, and that was making me tighten and spasm around his hardness. The leather seat
under me was firmer than a bed and that made it feel different, too. Everything seemed more intense
maybe it was the moving car, maybe it was the fact we were properly together for the first time, more
than just lovers. But I could feel every millimeter of him, every throbbing vein.
He reached up and traced my lips with a finger, following their shape. Then he started to draw
back, very slowly, and the feel of him leaving me made me quiver. Every inch that he moved was a
silken caress that left me panting.
I wanted it. But my hands reached for him anyway, gripping his shirt as if to slow him down.
Immediately, he grabbed my wrists, trapping them, bearing them down onto the leather above my
head. I started to pant faster, staring up at him with huge eyes, pushing upwards against him. My
wrists didn t budge. Neither did my hips, when I tried to lift them. He had me exactly where he
wanted me, spread for him on a firm, leather seat. And now he was going to fuck me.
I could have asked him to stop.
I didn t.
He slammed back into me, his muscled body huge between my thighs, and I cried out a high little
moan that didn t sound like me at all. He began to thrust, his biceps bunched and hard, his chest wide
and magnificent as he bore down into me. In the window behind him, I saw the reflection of his ass
tensing and hollowing as he drove into me, filling me, and I cried out anew. I could see my own legs,
too, stockinged and spread beneath him. The maiden, ravaged by the monster. The heat boiled up
inside me.
His cock was like a silk-wrapped iron bar inside me, filling every millimeter of available space
and then drawing out to leave a void that I immediately needed him to fill again. I began to push
against his hands, trying to wriggle a wrist free. Each tiny battle resulted in him tightening his grip a
little more, increasing my feeling of helplessness.
I wanted to struggle. But I didn t want to escape. God, this is so wrong& .
He stared down into my eyes and I knew that he knew. He understood. His eyes gleamed, his
thrusts coming faster and harder, forcing me down into the soft leather of the seat and leaving me
breathless and shuddering. My climax was twisting as it rose, tightening into a red-hot ball of energy,
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