Russians fuck after watching the news

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The news was just another blaring cacophony of political bickering and global tensions, completely oblivious to the intertwined couple anniversaries evolved on the couch in the backdrop. Karina Oblepihova, with her porcelain skin and cascade of ebony hair, lounged naked save for a sheer negligee that left little to the imagination. Her boyfriend, a rugged handsomeness named Vlad, was equally undressed, his muscular frame pressing against her soft curves.

They had been together for three years now, and their love life remained as fiery as ever. It seemed that no matter how mundane or dire the news cycle became, their passion remained unquenched. As the titular reporter droned on about some nonsense about the oil industry, Karina reached over and began to stroke Vlad’s already stiffening cock.

Vlad groaned and arched his back, relishing the feeling of her delicate fingers wrapping around his throbbing member. She took it slow at first, teasing him with gentle squeezing and caresses, but as the news shifted to a heated argument between politicians, she quickened her pace.

Her hand flew over his shaft, twisting rhythmically and tugging on his swollen balls. Vlad grunted and thrust his hips forward, fucking her fist with abandon. His grunts grew louder, offsetting the annoying voices spouting nonsense in their TV. Karina felt herself growing wetter with each passing second, her pussy clenching around nothing as she guided Vlad closer to his climax.

Just as the news anchor began to discuss the dwindling stock market, Vlad let out a strangled cry and released a thick spurt of cum all over Karina’s hand and stomach. She continued to pump him, milking out every last drop as he shuddered with the force of his orgasm.

“Mmm, that was a good one, love,” she purred, licking her sticky fingers clean. “But what about round two for me?”

Vlad wasn’t one to disappoint a lady. He grabbed Karina by her hips and flipped her over so that she was lying on her stomach, her pert ass presented to him like a gift. He delivered a sharp smack to her right cheek, leaving a pink handprint in its wake. Karina yelped and wiggled her hips invitingly.

The spanking continued, each slap reddening her flesh and making her yelp louder. Vlad worked lower and lower on her ass until he was smacking her pussy lips, making her thighs glisten with her arousal. Karina moaned and spread her legs wider, aching for more of his touch.

Vlad repositioned himself and buried his face between her legs, his tongue delving into her wet folds. He licked and suckled on her clit, flicking his tongue against it rapidly. Karina started to buck and grind against his face, greedy for more of his oral attentions.

Vlad alternated between flicking her clit and plunging his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with his mouth until she was a panting, writhing mess. She could feel her orgasm approaching, her pussy spasming as Vlad’s tongue hit that sweet spot deep inside her.

With a strangled cry, Karina hit her peak, her juices gushing all over Vlad’s face as she came harder than she had in ages. He didn’t let up, lapping at her furiously and prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed against the couch, satiated.

As Karina recovered from her climax, Vlad got to his knees and positioned himself between her legs. His cock was hard again, heavy and throbbing against her sensitive skin. She reached down and guided him inside, gasping at the sensation of being stretched by his thick girth.

They began to move together, hips slapping against each other as they built up a steady rhythm. Vlad gripped her hips tightly, pulling her against him with each thrust. Karina met his thrusts with her own, grinding her hips and encouraging him to fuck her harder.

The couch creaked beneath them as they lost themselves in their passion, the sounds of their lovemaking blending with the droning voice of the news anchor. Karina could feel another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around Vlad’s cock like a vice.

“Fuck, Vlad, I’m gonna cum again,” she gasped out, her nails digging into his back. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Vlad doubled his efforts, slamming into her with abandon. Each thrust hit that sweet spot inside her, sending pleasure radiating throughout her body. Karina came with a scream, her pussy rippling around Vlad’s cock and milking him for all he was worth.

The sensation of her pussy squeezing him sent Vlad over the edge, and with a final, deep thrust, he came inside her with a shuddering groan. They collapsed together on the couch, panting and spent, completely oblivious to the blaring news cycle that had been their soundtrack just moments before.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, the news anchor began to wrap up his segment with a recap of the day’s headlines. “In other news, Russia’s GDP has been on the rise in recent months, with…”

Karina and Vlad both laughed, the absurdity of the news segment juxtaposed with their intimate activities. They knew that no matter how tumultuous the world around them appeared, there was always a momentary escape in each other’s arms.

They would have to watch the news again tomorrow, but for now, they were content to wallow in their post-coital bliss, knowing that they had the power to turn even the most mundane of activities into a saucy, satisfying venture.