Anna lay on the bed, her heart racing with anticipation as she watched the young Russian men file into the room. They were all big and strong, their muscles rippling as they moved. She licked her lips, her gaze darting between them, trying to decide which one she wanted to be with first. Finally, she pointed to the burly one in the black tank top. He grinned and strode over to the bed.
As he climbed onto the mattress, Anna could smell his sweat and she shivered with excitement. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, his rough stubble scratching against her soft skin. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back in invitation. He pulled away slightly, trailing his lips down her neck and across her collarbone. Then, with a growl, he grabbed her thigh and pushed it apart, revealing her wet cherry.
