Never encroaching upon her core. Not yet. Merely proximate enough to unhinge her sanity, her pelvis undulating futilely as she whimpered, "You’re killing me—you fucking god—!"

Her fingers knotted in my hair anew, clenching fiercely and she did not realize she was doing it.

Her hips were gyrating like a desperate whore as though she might compel me onward.

I delivered two rapid slaps to her ass and crisp, thunderous reports were sounds that tore vivid in a broken cry from her throat, "Ah—yes, spank my ass—!"

—then clamped the precise locus I had just inflamed, teeth embedding profoundly while my tongue tempered the sting, summoning yet another fractured, sobbing moan.

She emitted moans ceaselessly now, subdued yet obscene and flawless—gasps, whimpers, throaty entreaties that saturated the stellar chamber like an orchestra only a deity could conduct.

Her form incandescent and emblazoned with my signatures: profound, savage imprints upon her throat and breasts, subtle dental etchings traversing her back and rear, burgeoning discolorations upon her thighs and hips.

Every millimeter appeared subjugated. Possessed. Irrevocably mine with her breasts surging and bouncing with each ragged breath and her ass aglow and printed with handprints and bite marks, thighs quaking as though they had forgotten the very notion of stability—flawlessness rendered into a quivering, marked-up fuck-puppet under my dominion.

I ascended deliberately, trailing my mouth upward along her form one final circuit—clamping her collarbone until she gasped acutely and shuddered, drawing upon the lateral expanse of her neck with a wet, bruising pull, bestowing one ultimate, merciless imprint directly atop her hammering pussy—before hauling her flush against me.

Inferno to inferno... the insistent, raging weight of my cock wedged between us, grinding against her midriff like an autonomous, demanding cadence.

I seized her ass with both hands, compressing the fat, wobbling cheeks with unyielding force, elevating her sufficiently that she was compelled to encircle those powerful, trembling thighs about my waist merely to remain elevated, her soaked heat hovering just above my throbbing length.

Her eyes had gone vitreous, lips parted, torso rising and falling with those perpetual, craving utterances still cascading free like a broken hymn. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

I nipped her lower lip—tender, provocative, then fiercer—before withdrawing just far enough to rumble against her mouth.

"Still convinced you won’t follow me to Paris?"

And the stellar chamber softened its illumination further, as if the residence itself possessed the acumen to recognize we would not depart this sanctum for quite some time.

She laughed—demolished and famished, nails raking bloody trails down my shoulders as another soft, needy moan escaped her ruined lips—and that sound sealed the last restrain between us.

I lowered her with deliberate reverence, letting her back meet the luminous floor of the stellar chamber like a queen being laid upon an altar built solely for ruin.

The underglow lights kissed every curve as she settled, painting her in soft gold and shadow, her body a living masterpiece sprawled open for my gaze alone, begging me to descend and corrupt her even more.

I dropped to my knees between her legs like a supplicant who had finally earned the right to worship at the source of all power.

Her long legs stretched out before me like twin columns forged in divine marble and velvet—endless, powerful, the kind of legs that could stride across empires or lock around a god’s waist and never let go.

From this low, reverent angle they looked even more obscene... the calves looked lke they’d been sculpted and smooth, tapering upward into thighs that thickened with every inch, heavy with muscle and plush promise, the kind of thighs that could crush a lesser man’s skull between them and leave him thanking the heavens for the privilege.

I ran my palms up the outsides of those glorious pillars, squeezing the firm flesh, feeling the latent strength quiver under my touch.

She parted them wider on instinct for me to see... ruining me with just that and she knew it... a low, needy moan escaped her throat—"Mmm—Peter..."

I pushed her knees more apart until her legs formed a shameless V of pure invitation.

And then I drank in the full devastating view.

Her inner thighs were the true masterpiece—thick, powerful, yet impossibly soft where they met, the pale skin so delicate it flushed at the slightest pressure from my thumbs. I spread her wider still like the last time had not been enough, it was a sight I wasn’t ready to get enough of.

My thumbs pressed into the yielding meat, watching her heavy muscles tremble and part like curtains drawn back for a private performance.

Anastasia apart from spending her time in her lad, was also a gym obsessed woman... hence how sculpted she was. Her body was a combination of her nature given physique, beauty, the constant gym visits and my Divine Seed.

Her sensitive inner flesh glowed under the chamber’s light as if she could hear my inner parise, the faint bite marks from earlier were blooming like dark roses against the cream, each one a signature of ownership that made her hips twitch and another broken whimper slip free—

"Ahh—yes, look at me..."

My eyes traveled higher, devouring the slow reveal.

There, at the apex of those magnificent, quivering thighs, rested the most beautiful thing I had been waiting for and it too—had been waiting for me!

Her pussy was perfection incarnate—an exquisite, puffy slit of velvet rose and glistening pearl, the outer lips plump and full like twin cushions designed to cradle and squeeze only my cock in this existence, slightly parted to reveal the delicate, inner folds beneath.

They gleamed with her arousal, a soft, inviting sheen that caught the light like liquid, the entire sight framed by the powerful inner thighs that trembled on either side like sentinels guarding the most sacred temple in existence.

And a temple—it indeed was!

The hood of her clit peeked out. It was a tiny erect pearl begging for attention, nestled above a tight, fluttering entrance that clenched visibly under my stare, as if it knew exactly who was looking and was already aching to swallow every inch of me.

While in all my women Anastasia ad the most hidden clit but it was also one of the most elegant just like her—delicate yet shamelessly lush.

If it was old times, I could confidently say her cunt that could bring empires to their knees and make deities forget their own names.

The soft pink flushed darker at the center, the folds glistening and slightly swollen, every tiny detail perfect, symmetrical, dripping with silent, desperate need. A single, slow bead of her essence traced down the seam, catching the light like liquid gold, and I watched it disappear between the plush cheeks of her ass with dark hunger.

She was spread wide open before me, long legs splayed like an offering, powerful thighs quaking, that breathtaking pussy on full, shameless display—the crown jewel of her body, the altar I had built this entire morning to reach.

I leaned in closer, breath ghosting hot across the hypersensitive inner thighs, then blew a slow, deliberate stream of cool air directly over her glistening slit, watching the puffy lips flutter and clench in helpless response.

I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with her raw, heady scent—sweet, musky, utterly intoxicating—before exhaling another warm gust right against her at core, making her hips jerk upward with a sharp, needy cry.

A low, reverent growl rumbled from my chest.

"Fuck... look at you."

Her moan in response was pure, shattered music—"Peter—please..."—as she arched, pushing that perfect, glistening cunt closer to my mouth like the greedy queen she was.

Then her voice dropped into that velvet Russian tease, low and wicked even while she trembled beneath me.

"This will always be the best Russian pussy you’ll ever taste," she murmured, grey eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Or are you so sure already? This is my first, after all. How can you possibly know it’s the best when I’ve never had another?" I laughed against her inner thigh, teeth grazing the soft flesh as I inhaled her again, deeper this time, letting the scent of her arousal flood my senses until my cock ached with pure, divine hunger.

I blew one more slow, teasing breath straight across her swollen clit just to watch it twitch and glisten under the cool rush of air.

She laughed—breathless, ruined, already plotting her revenge—her powerful thighs quivering around my head like they wanted to trap me there forever.

The stellar chamber dimmed its lights even further, as if the house itself understood that the true devotion was only just beginning.

"You cannot possibly know if it is the best... or simply the only one I have been lucky enough to kneel before. Are you becoming cocky, Anastasia."

"Cocky?" she growled, as I blew another slow, teasing breath across her swollen clit just to watch it twitch. "I’m not cocky. I am certain!"

"Anastasia, I’m the only certain on here because the moment my tongue slides inside this perfect Russian cunt, you’ll be the one begging me to declare I should try more other Russian women to get you a sister."

She laughed, her thighs quivering around my head like they wanted to trap me there forever.