Oleg hangs over me with his powerful figure, firmly pressing me to the smooth surface of the table. I look up at him, biting my lips. His wide chest and embossed belly are great to excite. I gaze down at the dark trail of hair down to my groin and hold my breath. My heart is beating fast and my throat is too dry. I'm hot, stuffy and I seem to be lost in space. Oleg helps me up and then pushes me forward, forcing me to lie flat and bury my face on the table. I yelp softly as the man swings my right leg onto the table top....