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Felix hastily unbuckles his pants. There wasn’t any time to fuck around. Literally. He was just in the mood for a quick pump and release, and this Natasha girl was the closet available girl for use that wasn’t readily able to chop off his dick while imprisoned. “You’re going to make me cum, you Russian bitch. I’ve been out here for far too fucking long without a release that wasn’t from my right hand.”

Natasha looks up at him, confused by his words. But he spits as he speaks, so she doesn’t need to guess where this leads. He grabs her hand and forces it against his member. She’s cool, but his growing erection is hot, and the contrast of the two temperatures makes him shudder with orgasmic pleasure. “That’s it. Jerk me off.”

“Get your stupid mouth open?” Felix hastens Natasha as soon as she gets his cock out in the cool summer air. Natasha blinks but doesn’t fight him as he invades her maw his hard-on. He gasps slightly, feeling the thrill of oral bliss surround his penis as it is coated in warm spit and licked by a **** tongue. There’s no pause or hesitation from Felix, who starts to rapidly fuck her throat.

Gaah~ gah~ gaacch~???

Felix holds himself forward as he dives balls deep into his pleasure. She taps his waist, but he doesn’t pull out; instead, he waits for her to loll her tongue out to touch his packages before finally releasing her.

Felix feverishly masturbates inches away from her face as she catches her breath. “Fantastic whore mouth,” he sputters, slapping his dick across her face, edging himself by poking in and out of her lippy barrier. And then, he drove himself forward to the hilt of his meat sword. In response, Natasha attempted to recoil this, but since his hands were on her, resisting the far more vital party member in this 2-person position was pointless. Natasha has **** but to let him take advantage of her.

Natasha stuck her tongue out, which granted Felix’s cock a slick drift in and out of the girl’s mouth. He could feel the tip of her tongue dip against between his two balls as he slid all the way down into her throat. Natasha’s nose brushed against the hairs of his crotch. Felix held her there for a few seconds, throbbing as he felt her throat close and release around him. He cursed in his German language and then pulled away, renewing another run of self-pleasure in front of the girl.

“Fuck. You have a great mouth, Natasha. Any of those other Russian fucks tell you that?”

Her response is garbled with snot and spit, but there’s a spark of anger that races to one eye and then to the other as she stares up at Felix. This does little deter him, however. Instead, it has the opposite effect on him, and he starts plugging her mouth again, fucking her with a little more vigor. Beneath the equipment jostling around his webbing, there was crystal clear noise of oral splendor emitting from his waistline. Hard whispers and strained noises of pleasure escaped Felix’s mouth as he continued to fuck Natasha’s mouth. He swallowed and lolled his tongue over his dry lips as he watched her relatively small mouth take in his member in repeated motions.

Felix rapidly humped Natasha's face, making her gag and wretch at every one of his thrusts. He only slowed down to brush the strands of loose red hair away from her face. Eventually, he adjusted himself in such a way that he was holding both sides of her head as he railed in and out of her. Her lips recreated a ridiculously tight seal around his girth while it slid back and forth, milking his member every time it was either going in or slipping back out.

Between his merciless thrusts were curses in the German tongue. She was sure he called her a dog, a bitch, a whore, as well as a few other rude things. She half-wondered if this would be good enough to satisfy him, however. The look in his eyes told it was, but the hardness of his manhood teased that this might not be enough to quell his desire.

Then, his voice shifted, and his expression blinked. She felt his cock head poke against the roof of his mouth. He was near his orgasm. Felix moved her head back and forth, forcing her lips to lock around the tip.

“Ja, ja, ja, ja!!” His voice broke, and the words became harsh whispers as ropes of orgasmic pleasure jetted to the rear of her mouth, making her jolt in surprise. The taste of warm salt melted down as his knees became weak. When he pulled out, his expression hardened again, and he slapped her, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough **** that she was surprised.

“Swallow,” he told her. And she did. “Good girl.”