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The episode opens on a woman stepping thru a front door. She is being led past a living guest room and down a narrow cavern by a jumpy, jittery stud. You can't fairly witness his face but he converses a plenty of and stumbles as he carries her strenuous suitcase. He is telling how thrilled 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 goddess will sense handy in her fresh home. After all, he may not view like much but he makes a pile of currency and he knows how to handle a woman. They stop at a apartment door and, stepping into framework for the very first time, he sneers uncomfortably at her and opens it. A clean guest room is exposed. Cut to flash Natasha, a conservatively clad eighteen-yr-elder Russian female, as she witnesses her fresh guest room for the first-ever time. She grins meekly at the guy and tells him in a phat accent that it is sumptuous. He looks relaxed and points out a few shopping bags on the sofa, 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 guy excuses himself to let her get lodged. She waits to hear him walk down the hall before grinning and chortling 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 guy bought her. She is conversing on the smartphone in Russian to a mate back home, bragging about how cute her fresh palace is. So large, so modern, with a pool, kitchen and a washer-dryer. And it's all hers now, all in interchange for being ultra-cute to this egghead. 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 building, a POINT OF VIEW of the stud noiselessly observes her. Cut to the dining bedroom that evening. Natasha is seated, privately checking her smartphone under the table, when the guy comes in with some takeout. All-Yankee burger and fries, just like she requested. Her eyes go broad and she delves in, while the stud sees 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 glamorous as he finds her. She grins and beckons passively as she catapults her face. He asks her how she enjoys her fresh mansion. She replies that it is a desire come true, everything a female would want! He revels this response ... before casually reminding her that, at only legitimate-years-senior, she is living a finer life than most nymphs ever do. She obliges a grin. He resumes to rant about her age and how he remembers being that youthfull. No damsels would ever give him any attention. He was too bashful, too introverted. But he showcased them. He makes more currency now than they'll ever get. And, besides, he doesn't need Yankee nymphs anymore ... when he has his Russian queen. Natasha smears her facehole and heads to preposition herself when the guy takes hold of her wrist. 'It is our very first night together,' he says impatiently. '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 gazes at her intently and she leisurely beckons. Vignette cuts to her in the douche. Dressed In her silk nightie, she gawps at herself noiselessly in the mirror, attempting to psych herself up. From the room, he calls out to her. 'Are you well-prepped?' She tells him just a min and pretends to flush the restroom. 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 glazes. He gawps at her, sighing firm. His jizz-shotgun is swell under the sheets and he's milking. 'I've been waiting for this ever since I very first messaged you,' he says. Not wanting to make eye contact, she looks away and beckons. He pulls back the sheets to unsheathe himself. 'Sight how rigid you make me! I've been like this all day.' He resumes. Her eyes dart all over the bedroom, as she grins passively and tells him he is highly giant. 'I bet my Russian queen would like to wrap her lips around this enormous, stiff pipe!' he resumes, sounding more fierce. She breathes and says yes before going to down to gargle him.
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