Anya

An excerpt from Anya

Grigor pushed her back into the dark corridor. "Oh, my sweet, I must have you again. I love you. I want to fill your cunt with jewels." He thrust his hand between her legs and groped the softness there.

"Oh, Grigor, but we are in public! Someone may see us." The club was quiet for now, but it would filling steadily for the evening.

"I don't care," the middle-aged man said. "I most feel your sweet bosoms on my face. I will pay anything."

"Oh!" the girl gasped. Grigor pulled up her skirt and got his hand in her warm pussy. "Oh Grigor!" She protested, but nevertheless unbuttoned his pants.

The man pinned against the wall, his bulging erection hot and and hard against her thigh, and opened her vest and blouse. Pretty Anya's huge breasts spilled out into the dim light of the corridor. Grigor gasped. "My God. You are so perfect, my sweet, sweet Anya."

The teenage girl blushed and kissed him. "Put it in me," she whispered.

Grigor lifted her a little higher and pressed against her, pushing his rigid member into her wet cunny. "Oh!" she groaned. "Oh, my wonderful Grigor! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

He rammed his cock home with short, brutal strokes that slapped wetly against her flesh. His grunts were heavy and eager, his kisses wet on her fragrant breasts.