Vladimir still had a grip on one of my legs, holding me open, while his thrusting finger still controlled me.

My breasts felt heavy and I knew my nipples were about to burst. I think he knew this because his hand released my leg and trailed up my blouse, unbuttoning it as he went up.

He roughly tugged my blouse open and cupped my breast with his large hand. Even though the thin lace material was separating us, I enjoyed every minute of this. His fingers lightly pinched my nipple from the outside of my bra and I bucked in my seat, which only pushed his thrusting finger deeper inside...