"My, you are a vision, aren't you? Even when I saw you in your stepfather's house before, I thought you attractive, but I was not paying close enough attention," he told her, ignoring her apparent shame at being naked in front of him. The large russian took another sip of his vodka before walking back toward her once more, this time empty-handed. Once he stood before her, though, it was clear he would need nothing but his hands this time as he cupped her breasts firmly, squeezing the luscious globes together and kneading them roughly. The entire time, he watched her face, a wry grin on his lips, his eyes becoming more keen on her when he pinched her nipples and used them to lift her breasts.
Finally, he let go of her nipples, and one hand traveled downward, caressing her stomach lightly. It was clear that he was now exploring what he saw as new property, testing to see what good it would be for him, and that he was happy so far with what he was seeing. He paused for a moment to toy with the jewel at her navel, finally speaking again, "I suppose I could allow you to keep this."
Finally, he let go of her nipples, and one hand traveled downward, caressing her stomach lightly. It was clear that he was now exploring what he saw as new property, testing to see what good it would be for him, and that he was happy so far with what he was seeing. He paused for a moment to toy with the jewel at her navel, finally speaking again, "I suppose I could allow you to keep this."
