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The sequence opens on a gal stepping thru a front door. She is being led past a living guest room and down a narrow ass-pipe by a jumpy, jittery guy. You can't fairly observe his face but he chats a pile and stumbles as he carries her strong suitcase. He is telling how thrilled he has been for her arrival, how much he cleaned up the palace, had the pool cleaned, bought groceries, and how he hopes his Russian queen will sense comfy 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 chick. They stop at a guest room door and, stepping into framework for the very first time, he sneers uncomfortably at her and opens it. A clean apartment is exposed. Cut to demonstrate Natasha, a conservatively clothed legitimate-yr-elderly Russian chick, as she witnesses her fresh apartment for the very first time. She sneers meekly at the dude and tells him in a phat accent that it is mind-blowing. He looks loosened 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 gesticulates 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 grinning 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 homie back home, bragging about how cute her fresh building is. So meaty, so modern, with a pool, kitchen and a washer-dryer. And it's all hers now, all in swap for being cute to this egghead. She describes the dude to her mate. His face isn't gross but he dresses bizarre and is apparently a cherry. She is chortling. Inwards the mansion, a POINT OF VIEW of the guy noiselessly observes her. Cut to the dining bedroom that evening. Natasha is seated, privately checking her smartphone under the table, when the stud comes in with some takeout. All-Yankee burger and fries, just like she requested. Her eyes go broad and she delves in, while the dude 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 fascinating as he finds her. She sneers and beckons passively as she slams her face. He asks her how she enjoys her fresh mansion. She replies that it is a wish come true, everything a doll would want! He relishes this answer ... before casually reminding her that, at only barely legal-years-senior, she is living a nicer life than most femmes ever do. She obliges a sneer. He proceeds to rant about her age and how he remembers being that youthfull. No nymphs would ever give him any attention. He was too bashful, too introverted. But he flashed them. He makes more currency now than they'll ever get. And, besides, he doesn't need Yankee chicks anymore ... when he has his Russian queen. Natasha smears her facehole and heads to preposition herself when the stud grasps her wrist. 'It is our very first night together,' he says anxiously. 'Would it be acceptable if you slept in the tormentor with me? You could even attempt on one of those nighties I bought you?' He gawps at her intently and she leisurely gesticulates. 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 prepped?' She tells him just a min and pretends to flush the restroom. She nervously washes her mitts and looks back in the mirror. 'If you are given something, take it.' She reminds herself in Russian. She ambles over to his couch and gets under the glazes. He gazes at her, sighing stiff. His penis is swell under the sheets and he's tugging. '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 reveal himself. 'Glance how firm you make me! I've been like this all day.' He proceeds. Her eyes dart all over the guest room, as she grins passively and tells him he is highly huge. 'I bet my Russian queen would like to wrap her lips around this humungous, stiff trouser snake!' he resumes, sounding more violent. She breathes and says yes before going to down to deep-throat him.
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