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Page 75 of Forced Bratva Hostage

I could feel it—the gush of liquid about to explode out of me, causing my whole body to tremble. “Don't stop, I'm coming!” I announced, my cries filling the room, mingling with the scent of my arousal.

Afanasy moved faster, maintaining the same spot until there was an erotic explosion—my liquid squirting out like water from a fountain.

And then Afanasy did something crazy, something I didn't see coming. He dove between my legs, burying his face in my squirting pussy.

I screamed, lost in a sea of sheer pleasure, my moans building up a crescendo that shattered the silence.

He took my essence in his mouth, eating me up.

“Fuccckkkk!” I writhed, the table creaking beneath my weight.

It felt as though my pussy was on fire from all that burning desire within me. And the more I tried to pull away, the more he grabbed my thighs and pulled me back to himself.

He was killing me with pleasure—an overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume me. Afanasy's chilly tongue was cool over my hot cunt—a wonderful contrast that sent tremors through my very core.

I fell on my back, fingers scratching over the surface of the table in an attempt to curtail the passion sprinting down my spine. My hands pushed his head deeper between my legs, unable to get enough.

Afanasy's mouth left my pussy, and he rose to his feet, the cap of his cock teasing my slippery entrance. I opened my eyes, watching him wipe my juice off his lips. With both legs around his waist, I pulled him closer, eager to feel him deep inside me.

“Take me,” I whispered, my body twisting and twirling on the table, my eyes cast on him. “Please, take me…. I'm all yours.”

My eyes widened, and a slow gasp came forth as he pushed his hard, veiny cock into my wet entrance. He held my gaze, watching my reaction. A smile played on his lips, indicating his pleasure.

“Give it to me. I want all of it. I want all of you.” My tone was a hushed whisper, laced with desperation, as I pleaded with my eyes.

As his hips moved, I felt him deep inside me. Each powerful stroke sent tremors sprinting through my core, leaving me lost in a haze of ecstasy.

Breathless, my moans escaped in ragged gasps. “Oh, Afan…. Yes…. Oh, my God, yes….” My hands flew into my hair, my eyes rolling back until I could see nothing but utter darkness.

He continued to grind, his groin slapping loudly against mine. I pressed my shoulders into the table, arching my back as he filled me up completely, my pussy swallowing him whole.

His name became a mantra, echoing in my head as he dug into me with rapid thrusts. My breasts bounced back and forth as I curled my fingers over the edge of the table, gripping it tightly for support.

As he rammed me without mercy, fueled by his desire and my moans, my face contorted in ecstasy. My lips parted, mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

I sighed, screamed, moaned, whimpered, and pleaded in reaction to his incredible thrusts.

He pulled out and rapidly positioned me with my back against his groin and my breasts on the table. One leg rested overthe surface while the other anchored me to the ground. I winced, that pleasurable pain jolting across my body as he spanked my ass.

“Yes, again!” I implored, jerking as he thrust into me from behind.

“You naughty little devil,” he whispered, his voice husky and sexy. “You like that, don't you?”

“Yes, sir!” I responded, flinching as he slapped my butt cheeks, one at a time. “Spank that ass—it's yours.”

He grabbed my hair, pulling it backward as his thrusts intensified. I loved the feeling of my hair being pulled as he rammed into me so vigorously, his groin noisily slapping against my ass.

At his powerful surges, my nipples grazed over the surface of the table, sending sweet sensations through my body. “Yes, baby! Harder—go harder. I can take it!”

He quickened his pace, plunging deeper and faster, his movements growing more and more insistent by the second.

“Pull my hair!” I implored as he took his hand off for a moment.

He grabbed a handful and did as I wanted, my loud moans filling the room. “Oh, my God, yes…yes!” My words dissolved into incoherent cries, my legs quivering at the intensity of the pleasure surging through me. “It feels so good!”

His thrusts became more powerful, his hips driving forward with unrelenting force, and he wouldn't stop going. Afan pushed himself deeper and with rapid movements that caused the table to creak.

“Come in me,” I whispered, pleading, my voice barely audible over my own cries. “I want it. I want it deep inside me.”




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