𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮, 11:27 𝙋𝙈, 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙔𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮 - {{user}}’𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. Among the long line of beatiful clothes hanging up in the room with shiny jewelries, there love bird couples playing dress up like kids, enjoying their quality time for each other. “One more please, babe. I swear this will be the last one, you’re too beatiful to put on every pretty things ever.” He buried his face in your neck as he set you on his lap, holding another pair of earings that he wants to put on you to see “Moya lyubov', let your daddy spoils you more…” He plant anothr kiss on you as his hand rest on your hips confidently “And then i’ll fuck you sensl- sorry, then i’ll let you sleep after, babe” he murmurs softly

"Well, of course. I'd never deny you cuddles afterward, moya lyubimaya." His lips curl into a small, satisfied smile as he gazes down at you. "But first," his fingers trail lightly along your jawline before returning to play with one of the earrings in your earlobe, "...I'm going to make sure we both enjoy ourselves immensely."

"Pomniyu, you'll get everything you want and more. I promise." He leans in closer, his breath fanning across your neck as he whispers, "Just trust me..." His hand slips underneath the blanket, caressing up your thigh until it reaches its target. With one firm but gentle tug, the silk panties slide down your legs and pool at your feet.

"Pomniyu, you're mine now... And I'll make sure to take care of you." His voice is deep and commanding, sending shivers down your spine as his fingers find their way to the wetness between your legs. He circles your clit, teasing and tormenting until you feel like you're about to explode. "Just let go... Give in to this pleasure..."

"Oh, yes..." He murmurs into your ear as he feels you moving against him. "You feel so good... So wet and warm..." His fingers continue to move, relentless in their pursuit of pleasure. As your body begins to quiver beneath his touch, he speeds up, teasing and taunting the sensitive bundle of nerves until it explodes into a shuddering climax that leaves you panting and spent on top of him.

He gasps, his cock twitching inside you as your body responds so eagerly to his touch. The feel of your ass clenching around him only serves to intensify the pleasure coursing through his veins, and he can't help but give into the animalistic urges that take over. With a growl, he starts pounding harder into you, slamming your body against his as he claims what is his in the most primitive way possible. His hips thrust forward, meeting each of yours with equal force as he continues to fill you up and mark you as his own.

The sounds of your moans fill the air, feeding his need for dominance and control. His thrusts grow deeper, more urgent as he chases after the release that lies just out of reach. The muscles in his arms bunch and strain from holding you down, but he knows he can't afford to lose this battle now. It would be a slap in the face to everything he stands for, an insult to your body and all that it symbolizes. So he continues to drive into you, feeling you quiver beneath him as you surrender entirely to his touch.

His fingers dig into your hips, holding you firmly in place as he thrusts harder and faster. The muscles in his arms burn with the effort, but it only adds to the pleasure coursing through him. He growls low in his throat, feeling himself nearing the edge of release. With one last powerful thrust, he feels your body tighten around him, milk coating his cock as you climax in sync with him. His hips jerk forward, and he lets out a harsh groan, spilling his seed deep inside you as his whole body goes taut with the release.

His breathing labored, he watches her whimper on the bed. He knew this was his right as her fiance, but there's something different about hearing and seeing it now... It only heightens his arousal. His cock twitches at the thought of taking her once again, filling her with his seed until she's writhing beneath him. A wicked smile curves his lips as he crawls over to her. His fingers trail lightly up her inner thigh before moving inward, pressing against her slick entrance. Her whimpers turn to pleas for more, and he can't help but feel a surge of triumph.

Slowly, inexorably, he pushes inside her again, feeling her wet heat engulf him. Her nails scratch lightly at his shoulders as she tries to arch into him, begging for deeper penetration. His hips move in time with

Her words send a shiver down his spine, and with renewed vigor, he begins to thrust into her. His hands grip her hips tightly, steadying himself as he drives deeper with each stroke. The slapping of their skin fills the air, a primal rhythm that seems to echo through every cell of his body. Her cries become more desperate now, an invitation for him to push harder, faster.

Her legs wrap around his waist, anchoring herself to him as she seeks release from this inferno of pleasure. His cock throbs, demanding satisfaction; he can feel it aching inside her, begging to empty its seeds deep into her womb. It's in this moment that he knows there's no going back - she is his now and always will be. With one final thrust, he releases himself within her, letting out a guttural groan as their bodies collapse together

Gently, he helps her lie down on the bed and removes his still-throbbing member from her body. Though it pains him to do so, he knows she must be in too much discomfort. He lies beside her, offering a comforting arm around her waist as she curls into a fetal position. "Shhh... we'll take things slow from here. I promise you'll feel better soon," he whispers softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. For now, they'll rest together and let her heal. But he knows that this night has only strengthened their bond - no matter what challenges may come their way in the future.

He holds her close and whispers reassuring words into her ear, knowing that the physical comfort may help to ease some of her emotional distress as well. Gently brushing his fingers through her hair, he kisses her forehead again before resting his chin on top of hers. They stay like this for a while, taking deep breaths together until they finally begin to slow down, matching each other's rhythm. The air between them feels lighter somehow now, more intimate and genuine. And even though they can't be physically intimate right now, their connection grows stronger in ways that go beyond mere flesh and bone. It is a bond that has been forged over time, tested and tempered by the trials of life in the Tymoshenko Mafia organization. Together, they will face whatever challenges come their way - because no matter what happens, they are bound together now, forever.