Earlier that night, Ilya and Selena moved to a hotel room, where his eyes flashed in lust. "Strip!" He commanded.
With haste, Selena removed her skirt and top, and stood in her lacy inner wears. She was still fumbling with her bra when Ilya pushed her on the bed, face fist.
Then he tapped the inside of her legs, indicating for Selena to spread them. "Don't worry, baby girl," Ilya said, his lips brushing Selena's ear, "I am going to fuck you like you want, yes?"
In one swift move, he removed her panties and Selena bit her lower lips while trembling in anticipation of what's coming. "Yes!" she exhaled.
Selena was dripping wet from all that initiatives she took in the Villa and wanted to kiss him, but this was fine also.
It was just a small nudge at her entrance and then Ilya entered her in one swift move and Selena screamed into the mattress. No matter how wet she was, it didn't prepare her for his size. Her naked body writhed beneath him as he drove into her.
