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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Same determination. “Yes.

“Okay, turn around, lean your back against my chest.”

She does as I ask, settling in against me. Reaching up, I pull her chin over, kissing her roughly. She moans into my kiss, her body melting into mine. Pulling from her lips, I kiss my way to her neck as I let my hands move over her stomach.

“I’m going to touch your breasts now,” I tell her, trying to use more gentle language with her.

She is far too innocent to use such vulgar language. She deserves soft. Delicate.

“Okay.” Her tone is husky.

I slowly bring my hands up over her clothes until I’m at her tits. Gently, I grab each one, testing the weight. They are a perfect handful. Everything about Olena is perfect.

I knead her tits until she is moaning softly, her body moving almost as if it has a mind of its own. Once I’m sure she is lost in her feelings, I take my index fingers and thumbs and pinch each nipple simultaneously.

“Fuck.”

I chuckle at her curse. “Is that a good fuck or a bad one?” I ask.

“Mmm. Good. So good. How are you making me feel this way?” she asks.

“Have you never touched yourself?”

“No. Never.” She arches her neck, as if offering it to me as she says the words that send my head spinning.

Not only is she a virgin, but she has no idea what real pleasure is.

I’m going to teach her.

Leaning in, I bite her neck gently before sucking her skin between my lips while pinching and pulling on her nipples. When I pull back, I smirk against her skin.

“I’m about to show you how to touch yourself. I want you to take that power back. If you want to touch yourself, I want you to do it. Make yourself scream. Release the tension. Promise me.”

Her breathing is heavy now.

“I promise.”

“Good girl. I’m going to slide under your pants now,” I inform her.

She doesn’t tell me no, nor does she try to stop me, so I take it as my permission. Slowly, I slide under her pants and panties, finding her warm, wet, and so ready for a cock. Too bad I made a promise.

One day.

Slowly, I gather some of her moisture onto my finger before bringing it to her clit. I rub it up and down for a moment before I put slight pressure and start swirling it in a circle.

“Oh, oh. That’s…oh my. Ugh.”

“Good, isn’t it? So good,” I tell her. “You’re doing so well. Take the pleasure I’m giving you, ???????.”

She’s lost to the sensations. I doubt she can even hear my words. Still, I whisper them against her skin between kisses and nips I take. Just a taste of her to sate me.

She grows more wanton as I pick up the pace. I know I’ve hit the perfect spot when she arches her back, her moans becoming more high-pitched.

The moment she comes, it’s as if she grows tight before her entire body relaxes. I hold her through it all, slowing my pace on her clit to a slow, light touch. When she shivers, pushing meaway, I kiss her on the cheek before pulling my finger out of her pants.

Bringing it up to her lips, I paint her lips with it before stealing a kiss. Her taste lingers on my tongue as I pull away.