𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖔

𝑀𝓎 𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 #𝟨

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𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽.

— 𝓪.𝓵

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(𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎)

𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖕.𝖔.𝖛.

   It was 2:50 in the afternoon. Zaroff was at work, a few miles away from our mansion, still on the island, and I was sitting in our room, staring at the slow moving fan on the white, clean ceiling. Zaroff worked until around 6 or 7 in the afternoon, so there was a few hours I had to wait until he came home. I needed him. Badly. I was bored out of my mind, and he was the only one, the only thing, that can help me. I was in my pajamas still, I'm still tired. I had an idea, suddenly. I'll go over to his work place. Sure, I didn't want to bother him, but I'll try my best to not.

   I changed into clean clothes, a dark blue T-Shirt, army pants, and black small heeled boots, and walked down the long marble hallway, passing through the butlers and maids, to the front door. I slowly opened the giant wooden doors and started walking in the direction where Zaroff worked. I walked half a mile and remembered I didn't like walking. But I continued anyway, taking sips of a water bottle I brought along the way.

   I finally got there. It was 4:05 now. I knocked on Zaroff's office door, waiting for a response. But I got none. I saw the door was unlocked, so I just walked in, and met eyes with my fiancé, sitting at his desk making a phone call. He waved at me and signaled to come to him, which I did. I closed the door lightly behind me, then I stood next to him. I wanted to wait until he was done with the phone call to "bother" him but it seemed the phone call started only a few minutes ago so it would take time for him to be done, do he could pay attention to me.

   I had an idea. I smirked, but Zaroff didn't seem to notice.

   His desk had a small space for legs to have room under it, but looking at it from the front, you couldn't tell. Zaroff wasn't on his computer while on the phone, he was just talking, and what it sounds like, arguing. I slowly crawled under the desk, in the little space it had. Once I was inside the desk, that's when Zaroff noticed, but he just looked slightly confused. He went back to his phone call. I spread his legs slightly with my hands, making him get slightly started. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, from under the desk, he didn't have any reaction to it. Then, I took out his cock from inside his pants and grabbed it, tightly but not to the point it hurt. Zaroff slightly shivered when the sudden cold hair touched his cock.

   I slowly started stroking it, moving my hand up and down. Hearing him heavy breathing was the best sound that I've ever heard. I spit on his dick and started dtroking slightly faster, causing him to slightly groan under his breath, looking at me. I smiled at him, and he was still on his phone call. "Да, черт возьми, да, нет, я понимаю, что ты говоришь, но... Нет, я-я-в порядке, босс, я..." He stuttered out, on the phone call. I don't know what he was saying but I could understand he was stuttering slightly. I wanted to tease him. I kitten-licked the pale pink tip of his cock making his head go slightly back. His dick started hardened more and more with every impact it had with my tongue.

   I took part of his dick in my mouth and started bobbing my head up and down, while my right hand helps me pleasure him and my right hand pleasures myself. "Да, я знаю это, но- о, фууу~ нет-нет, я в порядке, я просто немного не в-е-е-е-их. Да." He spoke out once I did that. I took my left hand off his cock and rested it on his thigh, and I pushed his dick deeper into my throat, bobbing my head in a faster pace. He took a deep, long, stuttered breath and continued his phone call, holding back possible moans or groans.