It was getting harder to keep his breathing uniform as he panted with his movements. But the moans the woman made were simply reaffirming his actions. Clearly, she did not mind the way he was being with her. Hell, it seemed to rile her up more than ever before. His voice was little more that a growl as he nipped at her neck, collar bone, chest, anything he could reach as his hips thrust back and forth. Anatoliy had noticed the way she had moaned ever so slightly louder the harder he had pushed into her. He did it again, only to hear her voice grow louder. She was begging him for more and he obliged ever so willingly, as always.
"О, моя милая..," he growled out as his back straightened and his head reared back, muzzle up in the air as the sweet surge of satisfaction as he squeezed her hips rather tightly. His entire self was almost fully engulfed in her warmth when the sensation came to him and gave a low growl. Anatoliy was breathing heavily and feeling terribly warm as he pulled away from her, having made sure to keep from being locked to her.
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