Ivan’s fingers tremble as he unbuttons my blouse, his breath hot against my neck. “Tell me again,” he whispers, thumb grazing my nipple through lace. “Tell me what you want.”

I arch into his touch, my pussy already slick. “I want a big black cock stretching me open,” I murmur, dragging my nails down his chest. “I want you watching while another man fucks me full of his seed.”

His hand dips between my thighs, finding my clit swollen and wet. “You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, circling slow. “You want a black bull to breed you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I hiss, grinding against his palm. “I want his thick shaft splitting my cunt, stretching me wider than you ever could. I want his fat balls slapping my ass while you sit in the corner, stroking your little cock.”

Ivan whimpers, already hard and leaking. He drops to his knees, yanking my skirt down, burying his face in my pussy. His tongue laps at my juices, licking from my asshole to my clit, slurping loudly. I grab his hair, ride his face.

“That’s right,” I pant. “Get me ready for a real man. Lick my holes clean.”

He pushes two fingers inside me, curling, rubbing that spot that makes my knees buckle. His mouth never stops—slurp, suck, tongue-fuck. My cunt clenches around his fingers, wet squelching sounds filling the room.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, and he moans against my