As Kova slowly pulled out his glistening cock, a thin line of white dripping fluid followed. Cursing in Russian, he gripped himself and the rest of his orgasm unloaded all over my pussy. He pressed his throbbing head against my center as he did. Fluid so thick and creamy seeped everywhere, like he was coming for hours.
The video stopped, and I was out of breath, and in dire need of an orgasm. Maybe five.
Fuck. That was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life and I knew nothing would compare. I quickly saved the video to my photos and chewed my lip. That was raw and uncut and hot as sin.
Come over
I needed him in me.
Coach: Make sure you delete all these photos.
Only if you come over. Otherwise, I'm keeping them, especially the video.
I should've deleted them. I didn't have sneaky apps like he had, but it was hot as hell and I wanted to be able to watch it again whenever I felt like it.
But then something dawned on me and I had to call him. I for sure thought he was going to click the fuck you button on me until the phone stopped ringing, followed by a rustling sound, low grunts, a door shutting, and then finally his rich voice. "Allo?"
"Can you talk?"
The silence on the other end told me he was not alone.
"Yes, but not for very long. Katja is in the other room."
"How did I not wake up?"
"Wake up?" he asked, his voice sounded perplexed.
"How did I not wake up from you touching me? From you having sex with me? How did I sleep through that?"
Kova sighed deeply on the other end. My pussy throbbed and my stomach clenched tighter than a slipknot as I waited for his answer.
Low and quiet, but with complete control, Kova said, "Remember the melatonin I gave you before your ice bath? It was a strong dose to help you sleep. I knew from earlier in the day you needed rest. It is all-natural, so you are okay, no need to worry."
No need to worry. My jaw dropped, a throb behind my eye began to thump harder with every passing second. I stared at the wall in complete shock.
"But…but how?" I stammered. Another memory stirred in my mind. It was faint but I couldn’t quite grasp it. I'd been drained that night, exhaustion had settled in, both mentally and physically.
"Ria," he stressed my name.
"Did you plan that?"
"No. Malysh. Trust me, I did not."
Trust me. Those two words never did me any good when it came to Kova. They must've been equivalent to fuck you in Russian. I wish he'd remove those two words from his vocabulary.
"Then how did it come to that?"
He didn't answer me. My blood began to simmer but I rationalized with myself. My first thought upon seeing the video wasn't anger…it was the complete opposite, and it baffled me. I was turned on.
"You shouldn't have done that."
"You are upset," he stated, remorse heavy in his voice.
"I feel like I should be upset, but I'm not."
"Then how is it that you feel?"
I chewed my lip, trying to come up with how I felt, until I decided to show him. "Hold on a sec…"
I pulled my phone away from my face and opened the camera app. With him still on the phone, I flipped the camera to front-facing and held my cell phone up high, angling the lens to take a selfie, only it didn't capture my face. It captured me from the shoulders down. My breasts free and bare, I pinched my nipples to harden them even more, then pulled my knees up. I dropped my legs to the sides just a little to give him a clear view of my hand under my panties while I touched myself. My fingers coated the slippery wetness and my back arched in pleasure. I snapped a few photos then debated if I should show him how wet I really was.
What the hell. He had a video of us having sex.
Quickly, I slipped my panties down just enough and spread my knees wider. I placed the camera between my legs and the desire turned to a hard throb as I took a photo to show how I truly felt. Wetness seeped from me, dripping down my swollen lips with the knowledge of what I was doing, so I took another photo to show him. I was so worked up my breathing deepened, and my fingers