I’m dripping with desire when Misha rises to stand behind me. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I don’t look away as he lines his c**k up with my p***y. His eyes are feral. There is only raw lust and possession.
In one thrust, Misha seats himself inside of me.
“Misha!” I grip the table harder to stay upright as he slides out and drives into me again.
Each time he does, his name falls from my lips. I’m sure someone can hear us, but I can’t keep it in. I give myself over to him.
“Say my name, baby,” he growls. His thrusts become more fierce, more demanding.
Until I can’t hold back.
“I’m coming, Misha,” I cry. “I’m coming.”
His fingers coax my c**t, milking the orgasm from my body until I’m limp. Misha wraps his arms around me to keep me upright and pulses into me. I feel him twitc
