"We can hide at her place…" Her breath hitched—not from fear, but from the Hand of Arousal crawling under her skin, twisting her mind into a whimpering, needful mess.
"And then…" Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her hips rocking against me, grinding her soaked panties into my thigh. "We can go to some other country… and be free…" Her fingers slid down, gripping my cock through my pants, stroking it slowly, deliberately. "Just you and me…"
Her lips brushed my ear again, her voice a venomous purr: "We can even go to Russia…" Her tongue flicked over my earlobe, her hand stroking my cock faster, harder, as if mapping out the escape route on my skin.
"I've heard Victor has got some beef with the Russians these days…" Her lips curled into a smirk, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "So I can help them take him down…" Her fingers tightened around my shaft, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting the pre-cum.
