Аквадискотека во дворце после митинга. Депутат трахнул шлюху
In the grand halls of the palace, a boisterous celebration raged on late into the evening. The annual MP assembly had concluded, however the revelry confirmed no indicators of slowing. Amidst the ocean of fits and robes, one placing determine caught the attention of each man within the room – a sultry blonde with curves that might deliver a saint to his knees.
Her title was Natasha, an notorious get together woman identified for her wild antics and insatiable urge for food for pleasure. As she sashayed throughout the dance ground, hips swaying to the thumping bass, all eyes adopted her each transfer. The intoxicating aroma of costly fragrance and barely-contained lust hung heavy within the air.
Little did the unsuspecting visitors know, Natasha had set her sights on the night’s major occasion – the Honorable Mr. Pyotr Ivanov, a ruggedly good-looking deputy identified for his prowess each in politics and the bed room. As he sampled the hors d’oeuvres, a glint of starvation flashed in Natasha’s predator’s eyes.
“Good evening, Mr. Ivanov,” she purred, sidling as much as the strapping politician. “I must say, you clean up quite nicely in a suit.”
Pyotr’s eyes roamed hungrily over Natasha’s barely-contained belongings straining in opposition to the confines of her tight pink gown. “Well, well, Natasha… as always, you are a vision.”
The pressure between them was palpable as they spoke, not a phrase uttered and not using a trace of sexual promise. Natasha leaned in shut, her ample cleavage threatening to spill from her gown as she whispered in Pyotr’s ear.
“Perhaps we could continue this conversation somewhere more… private?” The deputy’s pants tightened on the husky promise in her voice.
A depraved grin unfold throughout Pyotr’s face as he took Natasha’s hand, main her by means of the gawking crowd and right into a secluded alcove. Once hid from prying eyes, Natasha wasted no time. She pushed the shocked man in opposition to the wall, her mouth crashing in opposition to his in a searing, demanding kiss.
Pyotr groaned into her mouth, arms roaming greedily over each lush curve. Natasha’s fingers made fast work of his belt, liberating his throbbing erection from its confines. She wrapped her hand round his spectacular girth, stroking him to full hardness as she teased his delicate head along with her thumb.
“Fuck, Natasha,” Pyotr growled, his hips bucking into her contact. “You’re a naughty little minx, aren’t you?”
In response, Natasha sank gracefully to her knees, sustaining intense eye contact as she prolonged her moist tongue to tease the weeping tip of his cock. Pyotr fisted his arms in her silky blonde hair, guiding her head ahead to take him deeper into her skillful mouth.
Natasha groaned round him, the vibrations taking pictures sparks of enjoyment by means of Pyotr’s physique. She bobbed her head, taking him deep into her throat as she fondled his heavy balls with one hand, the opposite drifting between her personal legs. The scent of her arousal stuffed the air.
“Oh, god, your mouth…” Pyotr bit again a cry of ecstasy, hips pumping sooner as he fucked her mouth. The obscene slurping sounds of Natasha’s beautiful blowjob stuffed the darkened alcove.
Just as Pyotr felt his climax approaching, Natasha launched him with a lewd pop, a depraved gleam in her eyes. “I want you inside me, deputy. I need to feel that big, hard cock splitting me open.”
She stood, turning to press her ass again in opposition to his hips teasingly. Her gown rode as much as expose her sheer lace panties, the damp patch on the juncture of her thighs clearly seen. Pyotr wasted no time, nudging the flimsy material apart to tease her slick folds with the top of his cock.
“Beg for it,” Pyotr commanded, smacking her ass firmly. “Beg me to fuck you like the shameless slut you are.”
“Yes, fuck, please!” Natasha writhed in opposition to him, grinding her ass again. “I’m your slut, only yours! Fuck me hard!”
With a savage growl, Pyotr thrust ahead, sheathing himself to the hilt in Natasha’s tight, moist warmth. They each cried out on the intense sensation, Pyotr gripping her hips arduous sufficient to bruise as he set a relentless tempo. The obscene slap of flesh stuffed the air, punctuated by Natasha’s wanton moans and Pyotr’s harsh grunts.
“That’s it, take it,” Pyotr snarled, one hand releasing her hip to wrap round her slender throat, squeezing simply arduous sufficient to make her gasp. “Milk my cock with that perfect little pussy.”
“You feel so good,” Natasha whimpered, clenching her muscle mass round his thickness. “So deep, so fucking deep!”
Pyotr’s tempo grew to become frantic, chasing his impending orgasm. Without warning, he flipped his wanton slut round to face him, lifting her legs excessive and broad to thrust into her slender physique. The special approach allowed him to go even deeper, touching her most intimate depths as Natasha struggled to take him.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Natasha wailed, her physique trembling on the brutal onslaught. Her pussy clenched like a vice round Pyotr’s pistoning cock as she flew aside with a scream of ecstasy.
Feeling his personal orgasm rise, Pyotr elevated his tempo, utilizing Natasha’s limp, trembling physique for his personal pleasure. His cock swelled and pulsed violently earlier than erupting in a seeming infinite stream of thick, scorching cum, portray her battered partitions white.
Panting harshly, Pyotr slumped over Natasha, each of them struggling to catch their breath. “Fuck, that was incredible,” he murmured, urgent gentle kisses alongside her jaw and throat.
“Mmm, it was,” Natasha agreed, nuzzling into his contact contentedly. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
Pyotr chuckled. “Count on it, my smutty little MP. Count on it.”
The pair made themselves presentable as soon as extra, rising from the alcove as if nothing scandalous had simply transpired. Natashsa returned to the dance ground and Pyotr to mingling, however the realizing appears and secret smiles they exchanged promised many extra naughty encounters to come back.