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Title: The Bed-Breaking bonded Blot: A Taboo Russian Tale of Taboo Delight

The old wooden bed creaked and groaned, protesting the wild gyrations of passion its surface endured. Katya, the young 19-year-old athletic brunette, lay helplessly spread-eagled against the bedposts, bound in place by taut carabiners and manacles. Her toned limbs quivered as she felt her lover’s rough hands roam across her naked body, teasing her sensitive spots with deft, sadistic precision.

“Please…” Katya whimpered as blonde Stocky Murstar, 35, reached between her captive’s thighs and began stroking her dripping folds with his tattooed fingers. Not out of fear or humiliation, but yearning – desperate, aching desire to be filled, claimed, ravaged. Her Russian accent thickened, betraying just how much she needed him.

“Shut up and take it, malen’kaya suka,” Murstar growled, knuckles-deep in her sodden, spasming cunt. “You’re MINE tonight.”

The towering Russian stud tore his swollen member free from Katya’s clinging sheath with a slick squelch, stroking himself with her juices. He slapped the head of his throbbing, 10-inch cock against her taut clit until she wailed with pleasure, then notched the fat tip at her entrance. Murstar seized Katya’s hips, sinking into her wet, welcoming heat with one brutal thrust that bottomed out inside her. Katya screamed, back arching sharply to meet his penetration.

Murstar set a vicious tempo, sawing his girthy organ in and out of Katya’s clasping channel, trying to fuck her through the bed. The frame shook and quaked, straining at the arbitrary limits of physics as he battered her cervix with every piston of his hips. Katya tossed her head, thrashing in animalistic ecstasy, wrists twisting against her bonds and roaring her pleasure.

“Natural’nyy”” Katya wailed deliriously as Murstar pounded her. “Nepreryvno, da! Nibud’ po-men’ski daiti!” The man shot her an evil grin, redoubling his efforts to fuck up into her. His hips were a blur as he drilled into her greedy, suckling pussy, splattering her lower belly with rivulets of leaked depravity each time he hilted in her.

Katya could only flex her ankles around her lover’s pistoning thighs and let the tsunami of sensation carry her over the edge into oblivion. Orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, pulling a wordless howl from her throat as her pussy clamped and spasmed on Murstar’s churning cock. The man grunted and seized her bucking asscheeks, slamming into her at a fever pitch, desperate to spend in her fluttering depths.

Gritting his teeth, Murstar hilted in Katya one last time as he exploded, painting her convulsing insides with heavy jets of scalding seed. His pelvis ground against her clit, making her vision white-out as a second orgasm ripped through her. Through the buzzing in his ears, Murstar heard the screech of rending wood, felt the bed wobble precariously under them. With a last filthy grunt, he pulled out of Katya’s cunt, watching his half-hard cock throb and spit the last few pearly drops of his climax onto her raw mound.

The nachidnaya krovat, child’s crib, bed, finally gave up the ghost with a splintering wrench, pieces splaying across the room as Murstar and Katya tumbled to the floor in silhouette, debauched and sated. He rolled Katya onto her back, drinking in the sight of her – naked, trussed, drenched in their combined juices, and blissed out.

With a satisfied grunt, Murstar gathered up the wicker basket of goodies he’d stashed earlier and began untying Katya’s wrists and ankles, massaging the red marks left by the manacles. “Spasiba, malysh,” he said as she stretched gratefully. “That was an excellent bed.”

“Desyatka ya tebe,” Katya purred, tilting her face up for a deep, filthy kiss. “Zhdem kogda ty opyat podorvesh’ mij.” And they both knew they’d be at this again very, very soon.