He positions himself behind me. I always was told that I had fat pussy lips. In my college years I remember making men cum in minutes. "You ready for ...e to fuck you the way I fucked your daughter?" Tyrone asked me. No, baby I want you to fuck me harder than that. I told him that in a seductive way. I even made my white booty bounce to tease him. I felt his hands on my hip and he eased his dick inside me. "Damn, Gwen your mother pussy feels like she is a virgin." he groans. He was fucking me at. The cheap beef and pork prices in Moscow would be short lived then no beef, pork, lamb or chicken.The masses left the countryside for the Russian cities where there was at least rationed food. Many fell into the trap of the Russian mafia.The government was unable to buy food and food stocks off the international markets. The treasury was empty, looted by decades of corruption. Industrialization was grinding to a halt.There was a rush to find where the money was. The favored Russian oligarchs -. ”Pat rose and helped herself to another drink. “This has to be my last. I’m dead on my feet. Do you want another?”“No thanks. I have to work in the morning.” He scanned his watch. “Later this morning.”“You may have to prepare your own breakfast. I’ll probably lie in.”His teasing grin returned. “You recall I told you there wasn’t a passport.”She sighed her suspicious sigh. “I remember.”“It’s not strictly true. We did find one amongst her papers, although it wasn’t current. It belonged to her. My hands were pulling his hips into me, then pressing against the muscles of his abs and his chest. He grinned at me, sweating. “You like that?” he asked.“Yeah I fucking like that,” I said back, a retort. “You want to come?” he said. “Yeah, I want to come for you Jake.” I said, as though it were an incantation. “Make me fucking come with your big cock, make me come all over that cock,” I said “you’re so hot Jake - make me come, make me come, make me come,” my words deteriorated, my thoughts.