to get the diamonds out of the briefcase. It was obvious that it was made out of solid steel, and the locks securing it closed were impenetrable.
Makar had forced me to my knees. He then tried to ram his cock in my mouth as he pulled my hair. I deep throated him, not once, but twice, and heard him gasp as if he was sucking air. I used the juices of my mouth along with my tongue to deftly work around the most sensitive area of his member. Then, I sped up the pace, allowing his cock to go all the way to my esophagus, down the back of my throat as I choked and gagged, summoning his semen. He placed his hand on the back of my head and maliciously sodomized my face with wanton abuse, not knowing this was part of my plan that I had just concocted.
I pulled my lips off his cock, intentionally making a loud suction sound that echoed in the room, leaving his penis to dangle solitary, minus my luscious lips that glistened with his pre-cum.
“What are you doing? Why are you stopping?” he asked in a crass crescendo, priming with the vulgarities that threatened to erupt underneath the surface of his Russian disciplined countenance.
I stood up, unbuttoned my blouse, and licked my erect nipples as I squeezed them tight like I was in heat.
“I need for you to take a drink with me. That is the type of girl I am. Vodka and a nice hard cock in my mouth or ass makes me cum,” I drawled lasciviously, and then began to stroke my pussy as he watched me with a fascinated expression on his face.
“American women are crazy. We do not have time, hurry—”
I took the finger that I had just pulled out my pussy, shoved it into his mouth, and then dragged it slowly down his torso. The entire time I was studying the locks on the briefcase thinking, maybe I can pick it with one of the steak knives .
There were several glasses on the tables filled with water. I discarded the contents by throwing the water on the floor. I filled two glasses with vodka. Just as I was about to place the drug in his drink, Makar, walked up behind me and spread my ass cheeks. I could feel the cold steel of the metal briefcase brush against my thigh. His cock was hard. He was trying to enter me from the back. Thank God his penis was short. He humped and grinded against my ass, determined to get the head in. Frustrated, he dipped his finger in the butter on the table and swiped it across my anus, causing a tingling sensation. For some perverted reason, that I will never be able to understand, I felt my ass hole percolate tantalizingly as he grinded against me, undulating. Strangely, the Nympho in me grew excited. I had the uncanny urge to accommodate him. To bent over and let him have his way with me.
“You say nice hard cock in your ass make you come as you drink vodka?” His gravelly voice was a murmur across my soft flesh as he leaned forward with his lips on the back of my shoulders. He bit me gently, then nibbled. I was still able to pour several drops of the clear liquid from the vial into his drink. Then, I suddenly spun in his arms as the briefcase dangled from his hand. His dick jabbed me in my stomach.
“Here, sip this,” I persuaded, feeling like Eve offering Adam the apple.
Makar greedily swallowed the drink in one gulp. Instantly, his eyes became glazed with something that could have passed for fury as he looked at my hand and suddenly asked, “What is that you have concealed in your hand?”
“N… nothing.” I stammered.
“Let me see.” he growled and reached for the hand with the vial in it. I tried to move out the way. He was too quick. He grabbed my wrist and turned it painfully.
“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” I yelled as we tussled.
He was able to wrestle the vial from my hand. It fell on the carpet. His eyes bulged as it dawned on him what I had done. At the same time, the drug was starting to take effect. He staggered, wiggling his head from side to side as if he was
Makar had forced me to my knees. He then tried to ram his cock in my mouth as he pulled my hair. I deep throated him, not once, but twice, and heard him gasp as if he was sucking air. I used the juices of my mouth along with my tongue to deftly work around the most sensitive area of his member. Then, I sped up the pace, allowing his cock to go all the way to my esophagus, down the back of my throat as I choked and gagged, summoning his semen. He placed his hand on the back of my head and maliciously sodomized my face with wanton abuse, not knowing this was part of my plan that I had just concocted.
I pulled my lips off his cock, intentionally making a loud suction sound that echoed in the room, leaving his penis to dangle solitary, minus my luscious lips that glistened with his pre-cum.
“What are you doing? Why are you stopping?” he asked in a crass crescendo, priming with the vulgarities that threatened to erupt underneath the surface of his Russian disciplined countenance.
I stood up, unbuttoned my blouse, and licked my erect nipples as I squeezed them tight like I was in heat.
“I need for you to take a drink with me. That is the type of girl I am. Vodka and a nice hard cock in my mouth or ass makes me cum,” I drawled lasciviously, and then began to stroke my pussy as he watched me with a fascinated expression on his face.
“American women are crazy. We do not have time, hurry—”
I took the finger that I had just pulled out my pussy, shoved it into his mouth, and then dragged it slowly down his torso. The entire time I was studying the locks on the briefcase thinking, maybe I can pick it with one of the steak knives .
There were several glasses on the tables filled with water. I discarded the contents by throwing the water on the floor. I filled two glasses with vodka. Just as I was about to place the drug in his drink, Makar, walked up behind me and spread my ass cheeks. I could feel the cold steel of the metal briefcase brush against my thigh. His cock was hard. He was trying to enter me from the back. Thank God his penis was short. He humped and grinded against my ass, determined to get the head in. Frustrated, he dipped his finger in the butter on the table and swiped it across my anus, causing a tingling sensation. For some perverted reason, that I will never be able to understand, I felt my ass hole percolate tantalizingly as he grinded against me, undulating. Strangely, the Nympho in me grew excited. I had the uncanny urge to accommodate him. To bent over and let him have his way with me.
“You say nice hard cock in your ass make you come as you drink vodka?” His gravelly voice was a murmur across my soft flesh as he leaned forward with his lips on the back of my shoulders. He bit me gently, then nibbled. I was still able to pour several drops of the clear liquid from the vial into his drink. Then, I suddenly spun in his arms as the briefcase dangled from his hand. His dick jabbed me in my stomach.
“Here, sip this,” I persuaded, feeling like Eve offering Adam the apple.
Makar greedily swallowed the drink in one gulp. Instantly, his eyes became glazed with something that could have passed for fury as he looked at my hand and suddenly asked, “What is that you have concealed in your hand?”
“N… nothing.” I stammered.
“Let me see.” he growled and reached for the hand with the vial in it. I tried to move out the way. He was too quick. He grabbed my wrist and turned it painfully.
“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” I yelled as we tussled.
He was able to wrestle the vial from my hand. It fell on the carpet. His eyes bulged as it dawned on him what I had done. At the same time, the drug was starting to take effect. He staggered, wiggling his head from side to side as if he was
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