Taking advantage of the fact that Sergei's gaze focused on her lips, she swung, but he managed to catch his hand halfway to his cheek.

Leaning on the girl and firmly squeezing her legs between his, he gathered the straps of the dress into fists and with one jerk pulled it down to the very stomach. Scratching the skin and causing pain.

- Bastard, what are you doing? - She was seriously scared, trying to cover her breasts with her hands.

"I'm going to prove to both of us that you still want me!" - Sergey removed Irina's hands by force and ran his fingers over her breasts, touching her...