Her Russian Savior
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“Jesus, Kat. You really should thank him tomorrow, after you’ve sobered up,” I say. I saw something spark between them and dating a cop could be good for her.
“I will.”
At home, I give her two Tylenol and make her drink a big glass of water before pouring her back into bed.
“Is she okay?” Anatoli asks as I strip down and climb back into bed.
“Yeah. She’ll hate herself in the morning, but she’s fine.”
“Good.”
“I’m not tired,” I say, reaching for his cock. He’s always hard for me and this time is no exception.
“You know what? Neither am I,” he says, pulling me closer to him. He leans over and kisses me deeply.
Being naked has its advantages, I think as he pulls me on top of him. I slide down his cock and pause.
“I love you, wife,” he growls as I fully seat myself on him.
“I love you too, husband,” I moan as I start to move.
He’s my everything. Him and the little family we’ve made together.
He’ll always be my Russian savior, I’d do anything for him.