- Come on my kitten! Encouraged Vladimir, holding back a laugh.

With awkward movements she clapped her hands, rocking from one foot to another.

With boxing gloves, her red shorts and her bra that emphasized her perfect breasts, Vladimir armed himself with all his concentration not to knock her down on the carpet in order to make love to her. Frowning, heart-shaped mouth, she looked like a harmless little kitten.

- Bend your legs.

She stopped bouncing, flexed a little too much and found herself with her buttocks back, exposing him to a full view of her beautiful posterior.

- Like that ?

He rubbed the bridge of his nose...