Dmitriy
I was so wrapped up in the moment I was sharing with Svetlana, I completely forgot about Katerina. Even after she squirmed out from under Svetlana, I paid her no attention and kept pounding my ex.
It wasn’t until Katerina ran from the closet to the bathroom and slammed the door, then the blanket of lust left my mind. When I stopped thrusting and took a step back, Svetlana insisted, “Don’t stop, Dima. Finish me off first.”
Seeing as I didn’t finish off Katerina, I saw no reason to give Svetlana what she wanted. Instead, I took two more steps back, pulling my length out of her, as I solemnly mumbled, “Svetlana, I can’t. I don’t want this. I want Katerina.”
I could hear my ex smack her hand on top of the bed, as I crossed the bedroom, then she got to her fe
