Story
I’m just out of the shower getting dressed when a knock sounds on the door. Oleg is passed out on the bed, poor guy.
Poor him, lucky me. The guy is a freaking stallion. That was by far the best s*x I’ve ever had. It wasn’t any special technique, it was just… Oleg. I love feeling his strength and power. The roughness and dominance to his movements. And yet I’ve also never felt so safe with a guy. This guy is dependable. He comes to every show. Sits in the front with the energy of a bouncer or protector. I never once felt nervous when he was manhandling me. I knew if I said stop, he’d stop. I could relax and enjoy it.
I yank on my sweater and run for the door. No one rang the buzzer downstairs, which means it must be a neighbor. Hopefully not to complain about our morning s*x sessio
