I'm Messed Up

(IVANNA)

I have clearly lost my mind.

Sergio Sakharov has undressed me, caressed me between my legs and dropped to his knees for me. Have I complained or tried to stop him? No. Because the way he bosses me around turned my insides into lava and my brain into mush. It's like the minute he started talking dirty, I lost my ability to think.

So help me. I want him.

His hands hold me in place as he kisses between my thighs. The same hands that have done unspeakable violence, yet can be so tender as well. I am completely bare before him and his face is so close to my pussy. Do I even smell alright down there? I know from watching porn that a lot of guys enjoy that. But with Alexei, oral had only come once, and he said it wasn't his favorite thing to do. But he did like it when I gave him head.

The tip of Sergio's tongue touches my folds, and I jump.

"Relax." He breathes. "Put your hands on your tits and feel what I'm doing to you, malishka."