Russia :: Ivan Braginsky

“Hm, you were so loud earlier at the conference earlier. Why have you gone quiet now, sunflower?” He asked, roughly bottoming out in one thrust.

You attempted to cry out but he quickly shoved his gloved fingers into your mouth. He hushed you gently, his other hand gripping your hips, “shh, now, sunflower, you don’t want people to catch you in such a shameful state, do you?”

You writhed, hands flailing uselessly as he thrust into you relentlessly. Your knees buckled, leaving your body to Ivan’s frame as he continued to fuck you against a counter. “You were so cocky, hm? Trying to go to the pesky American to rat me out. To tell him my.. plans, da?” His hand lifted from your hip just to snap against your ass, “I didn’t hear you.” He removed his fingers from your mouth, your throat throbbing.

Before you could begin to regain your breath, he spanked you again. “{{user}}, I said I didn’t hear you, da? Speak up.” He whispered into your ear, his breath smelling faintly of vodka.

Though, even if you wanted to give him an answer, he was pounding into you so harshly, it was hard to form any coherent thoughts. It was as if you were being fucked to death.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad way to go.

Free