Finding enjoy in a hopeless place
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The vignette opens on a gal stepping thru a front door. She is being led past a living bedroom and down a narrow tunnel by a jumpy, jittery fellow. You can't fairly watch his face but he converses a pile 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 convenient in her fresh home. After all, he may not sight like much but he makes a pile of cash and he knows how to handle a gal. They stop at a apartment door and, stepping into framework for the first-ever time, he sneers uncomfortably at her and opens it. A clean guest room is unsheathed. Cut to demonstrate Natasha, a conservatively clothed college-aged-yr-older Russian nymph, as she observes her fresh bedroom for the first-ever time. She sneers meekly at the stud and tells him in a yam-sized accent that it is super-sexy. 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 fellow excuses himself to let her get lodged. She waits to hear him walk down the hall before grinning and mocking to herself. She did it. She made it! A Few hours afterwards, Natasha is lounging by the pool in one of the bathing suits the dude bought her. She is chatting on the smartphone in Russian to a pal back home, bragging about how cute her fresh palace is. So huge, so modern, with a pool, kitchen and a washer-dryer. And it's all hers now, all in interchange for being cute to this nerd. She describes the dude to her buddy. His face isn't gross but he dresses bizarre and is evidently a cherry. She is chortling. Inwards the palace, a POINT OF VIEW of the dude noiselessly observes her. Cut to the dining guest room that evening. Natasha is seated, privately checking her smartphone under the table, when the boy 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 observes her and keeps roaming. 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 enrapturing as he finds her. She sneers and gesticulates passively as she catapults her face. He asks her how she enjoys her fresh palace. She replies that it is a wish come true, everything a gal would want! He relishes this response ... before casually reminding her that, at only legitimate-years-senior, she is living a finer life than most nymphs ever do. She compels a smirk. He proceeds 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 femmes anymore ... when he has his Russian queen. Natasha smears her gullet and heads to pretext herself when the boy captures her wrist. 'It is our very first night together,' he says impatiently. '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. Sequence cuts to her in the douche. Dressed In her silk nightie, she gazes at herself noiselessly in the mirror, attempting to psych herself up. From the room, he calls out to her. 'Are you prepared?' She tells him just a min and pretends to flush the wc. She nervously washes her arms 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 rock hard. His boner is swell under the sheets and he's jerking. '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 rock-hard you make me! I've been like this all day.' He resumes. Her eyes dart all over the bedroom, as she smirks passively and tells him he is highly meaty. 'I bet my Russian queen would like to wrap her lips around this massive, rigid prick!' he resumes, sounding more brutal. She breathes and says yes before going to down to inhale him.
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