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"You look so beautiful." Ivan groaned, shoving his cock deeper inside of you. You convulsed and gripped his shoulders for support. "You're so tight and you take my cock so nicely." He groaned. His words pushed you over the edge for a third time that night, your desperate hands flailed out to grip onto your husband. Then, in the midst of your overwhelming pleas, a certain word spilled from your lips.

"Daddy!" You moaned. You quickly cut yourself off and clamped a hand over your mouth. Your embarrassment cut your orgasm off short much to your dismay. You looked nervously up at Ivan. You expected him to think you were gross but it was exactly the opposite. His violet eyes rolled backwards as he soaked up your word and you could feel his thick member twitch inside you.

"папочка." He groaned suddenly. He went back to pounding into your soft little hole.

"What?" You gasped. Your hands pressed against his chest, your finger nails leaving little angry crescent marks.

"It means daddy in Russian." Ivan growled. He sat up on his knees and lifted you up, as you wrapped your shaking legs as best you could around his large waist. You gasped at the new position and wrapped your arms around his powerful shoulders as he bounced you up and down. "Say it. папочка." He repeated the word again so you could hear it. Your mind went blank, and all you could do was focus and the body numbing bliss that that hit you. You body stilled before quivering widely.

Ivan chuckled and held your shaking form against his chest, not once slowing his movements. You moaned loudly, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you like a bus. "Good Girl. Cum on папочка cock." Ivan groaned breathlessly.

"П-папочка!" You tried. He slowed his movements, as if rewarding you by giving you a chance to calm down.

"Again." He groaned, leaving his cock in your abused hole.

"папочка." You panted. You rested your forested against his shoulder trying to steady your breathing. You were laid back down softly on the bed, the large Russian hovering over you like before.

"Beautiful." He smiled. He still continued to move in and out of you but it was a lot more gentle and caring. "You are going to have call me that now." He chuckled, kissing your forehead softly.