Only One Man Will Do
after unzipping her dress and pulling it down, his fingers began to push into her dripping hole, making her gnash her teeth with frustration.
    “More! I need more!”
    “And that’s what you’ll get…when I’m ready. Now lie back face down. I’m going to make your muscles release all of that nasty tension you’ve been working under for so long.”
    As she spoke she wondered what was taking him so long. “Then we can fuck like animals?”
    “No, then we’re going to be wilder than animals…we’ll fuck like the wild things we both are.”
    She felt the bed move as he moved up onto it next to her, then she heard a click as if a bottle was being opened. He began to rub her shoulders and upper back with both hands and she inhaled deeply.
    “What is that? It smells delicious…”
    “Almond massage lotion. I think it smells relaxing yet arousing…if that kind of oxymoron is possible.”
    Alexandra sighed with contentment as he continued to work at her tense shoulder muscles, massaging out knots that had been there for so long she’d forgotten they weren’t a permanent part of her anatomy.
    “If I didn’t know better I’d have no idea you were from another country. You speak English better than lots of guys I know.”
    “How so?”
    “Most would have no idea what an oxymoron even
is
, let alone be able to make a comparison like that.”
    “I went to good schools and I read a lot. I always wanted to come to the US to see for myself if the
Great Satan
was either great or the devil’s work.”
    “And is it?”
    He continued rubbing her back, his hands moving onto her lower back, his fingers beginning to massage her glutes. It seemed to be only accidental that his movements were spreading her cheeks to allow massage oil to penetrate both of her openings.
    “It’s not the Satanic Empire I was taught to believe it was, that’s for sure. I’m not sure it’s great, but I do know that having lived here for a while, I have no plans to go anywhere else. There’s still too much to experience.”
    The bed moved as Dmitri repositioned himself and Alexandra gasped as she felt his entire body lying on top of her, still moving around.
    From very close to her ear Dmitri asked, “How do you like the full body rub?”
    “You mean you rub my body with yours?”
    “
Da
. And you continue to respond like that…”
    Alexandra started to squirm, feeling him beginning to press his hips forward to rub himself against her slippery entrance. She tried to anticipate his movements, to trap him into pushing forward at the right time. She was rewarded by the feeling of being forced open as the wide head pushed into her and she squeezed hard, trying to hold him inside of her.
    “Is this what you want,
Sashka
?” Dmitri asked before he pushed forward in a deliberately slow manner: the wide head followed by the rock hard shaft made her tremble with pleasure each time he was inside of her. He was stopped by her cervix, then he pulled back only to re-enter her more forcibly each time.
    “Yes…oh, yes! More! More!”
    She was already trembling through a multiple orgasm when he drew himself back up to position himself on his knees between her thighs. He pulled her hips up and he pistoned himself in and out of her. She hardly noticed one hand had let go until she felt something begin to push at her darker opening. He continued to slam himself into her as he continued his twin assault on her. She felt his fingers still digging into her hip and realized it was his thumb wriggling its way into her anus. She began to moan louder as she felt herself climbing a mountain of pleasure, with something big definitely on the other side.
    With a scream she fell off the other side into an abyss of orgasmic sensations! Every cell in her body exploded as she squeezed her eyes shut to watch the fireworks in her brain. She shuddered and trembled, every muscle in her body twitching in unison as she rode her orgasms to higher and higher

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