Harsh Ruskie beaver
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The vignette opens on a damsel stepping thru a front door. She is being led past a living bedroom and down a narrow colon by a jumpy, jittery fellow. You can't fairly watch his face but he converses a bunch and stumbles as he carries her strenuous suitcase. He is telling how aroused he has been for her arrival, how much he cleaned up the building, had the pool cleaned, bought groceries, and how he hopes his Russian queen will perceive handy in her fresh home. After all, he may not view like much but he makes a plenty of of currency and he knows how to handle a chick. They stop at a apartment door and, stepping into framework for the very first time, he sneers uncomfortably at her and opens it. A neat guest room is unsheathed. Cut to demonstrate Natasha, a conservatively clad legal-yr-elderly Russian nymph, as she watches her fresh guest room for the first-ever time. She smirks meekly at the stud and tells him in a yam-sized accent that it is handsome. He looks relaxed and points out a few shopping bags on the couch, saying her he bought all the clothes, swimsuits, and make-up she asked for. He hopes they fit and that she'll attempt them on for him one day. She beckons and thanks him. They stand uncomfortably in muffle for a moment, before the boy excuses himself to let her get lodged. She waits to hear him walk down the hall before sneering and making fun to herself. She did it. She made it! A Few hours afterward, Natasha is lounging by the pool in one of the bathing suits the fellow bought her. She is chatting on the smartphone in Russian to a buddy back home, bragging about how uber-cute her fresh palace is. So hefty, so modern, with a pool, kitchen and a washer-dryer. And it's all hers now, all in swap for being adorable to this dweeb. She describes the dude to her buddy. His face isn't gross but he dresses freaky and is apparently a cherry. She is making fun. Inwards the palace, a POINT OF VIEW of the guy noiselessly sees her. Cut to the dining bedroom that evening. Natasha is seated, privately checking her smartphone under the table, when the dude comes in with some takeout. All-Yankee burger and fries, just like she requested. Her eyes go broad and she delves in, while the fellow witnesses her and keeps strolling. He converses about all his plans for her once they get the paperwork lodged -- the trips they can take, the adventures they can have. Maybe even one day she'll find him as fascinating as he finds her. She sneers and gesticulates passively as she wedges her face. He asks her how she luvs her fresh mansion. She replies that it is a fantasy come true, everything a lady would want! He relishes this response ... before casually reminding her that, at only college-aged-years-aged, she is living a nicer life than most gals ever do. She compels a grin. He resumes to rant about her age and how he remembers being that youthful. No damsels would ever give him any attention. He was too timid, too introverted. But he showcased them. He makes more cash now than they'll ever get. And, besides, he doesn't need Yankee damsels anymore ... when he has his Russian goddess. Natasha smears her jaws and heads to pretext herself when the fellow seizes her wrist. 'It is our very first night together,' he says anxiously. 'Would it be acceptable if you slept in the sir with me? You could even attempt on one of those nighties I bought you?' He gawps at her intently and she leisurely beckons. Gig cuts to her in the shower. Dressed In her silk nightie, she gawps at herself noiselessly in the mirror, attempting to psych herself up. From the guest room, he calls out to her. 'Are you well-prepped?' She tells him just a min and pretends to flush the wc. She nervously washes her palms and looks back in the mirror. 'If you are given something, take it.' She reminds herself in Russian. She ambles over to his sofa and gets under the frosts. He gawps at her, sighing rock-hard. His shaft is swell under the sheets and he's wanking. 'I've been waiting for this ever since I first-ever messaged you,' he says. Not wanting to make eye contact, she looks away and gesticulates. He pulls back the sheets to unveil himself. 'Glance how stiff you make me! I've been like this all day.' He proceeds. Her eyes dart all over the guest room, as she smirks passively and tells him he is highly ginormous. 'I bet my Russian goddess would like to wrap her lips around this massive, stiff trunk!' he proceeds, sounding more brutish. She breathes and says yes before going to down to fellate him.
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