She felt his arms wrap around her pulling her close, his kiss, sensual, erotic, full of passion. She looked up at him, her lips to his, feeling him pull away, softly biting her lower lip. She smiled.
"I love your smile, Mishka." Sergei held her tightly. Mishka was a pet name for her. "I love everything about you, my wild woman." He smirked again.
Mishka giggled. Sergei made her feel all sorts of emotions and when they were apart, she dreaded it. She had him right now, and that's what mattered because who knew what the future held.
She felt Sergei's arousal against her body, beckoning her to give way. Mishka moved so that Sergei lay on top of her. They kissed, they caressed, they played. Mishka was moist and wanting. Sergei, raging, burning, entered her. She moaned as she thrust her hips up to meet his entry. He was hung and she was tight. Every motion he made was felt by her. She loved the way he felt inside her. Her vaginal lips engaging in a long, passionate kiss with his cock, sucking him in deeper and deeper, feeling every thrust, obeying his cock's command, Mishka's sugar walls tightening with his shaft's inward motions and letting up from time to time.
Sergei, found Mishka's mound, swollen, moist, his thumb circling it as he continued making love to her.
"I'm going to cum, Sergei." Mishka cried out. Her moaning, loud, and appreciated.
Sergei met her orgasm with his own.