“Don’t cum inside.”

I feel her pussy slide, moist and tight, over my waiting cock. Beyond the curtains the music is pounding. Her black hair tickles my cheek as she embraces me, sighing into my ear when I am fully inside her.

Her outfit is on the floor, my pants around my ankles.

She grinds against me, moaning Russian words with every stroke.

Our hips slap together until the crucial moment. I try to pull her off.

“No. Go ahead.” Brown eyes lock with mine. She kisses me and cries out as I pulse hot and thick, deep inside her.