Richard's apartment was a sleek, modern space, filled with the faint scent of leather and expensive cologne. He welcomed Olya inside, his eyes taking in the way her dress clung to her curves as she moved.
"Richard, it's been too long," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of a Russian accent.
He handed her a glass of cognac, their fingers brushing against each other as she took it from him. "Too long indeed," he replied, his gaze never leaving hers.
They reminisced about their university days, the wild parties and late-night study sessions that had brought them closer together. But as the alcohol began to take effect, Olya's laughter turned into sighs of frustration.
"I'm sorry," she said, her head resting on Richard's shoulder. "I just... I'm so unhappy."
Richard's heart skipped a beat. He knew what she was about to say before she even said it.
"My husband... he can't satisfy me. Not like you used to."
Richard felt a familiar heat rising in his chest. He had always been attracted to Olya, even when they were just friends. And now, with her words hanging in the air between them, he couldn't resist the opportunity.
"Olya, I don't think-" he began, but she cut him off.
"I don't want to cheat on him, Richard. I really don't."
But even as she spoke, Richard could see the desire in her eyes. He moved closer to her, his hand resting on her thigh.
"I won't let you, then," he said, his voice low and husky.
Olya's eyes flashed with anger, but even as she pushed him away, she found herself succumbing to his advances. Richard's hands were everywhere, his lips on hers, his body pressed against hers.
She tried to resist, she really did. But the alcohol and the memories of their past had weakened her resolve. And before she knew it, she was on her knees, Richard's cock in her mouth.
He was rough, brutal even, as he face-fucked her. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, but even as she choked and gagged, there was a spark of excitement in her eyes.
Richard pulled her up, his hands tearing at her dress. She was weak, unable to fight back as he threw her onto the couch, his cock thrusting into her pussy.
She lay there, spread-eagled and vulnerable, as he took picture after picture of her, his cock still buried inside her.
"If you tell anyone about this, I'll make sure these pictures end up on the internet," he said, his voice cold and detached.
Olya nodded, her eyes glazed with a mixture of shame and satisfaction. She knew she had given in to her desires, and there was no going back now.
Richard left, feeling a pang of guilt but also turned on by the power dynamic he had created. Olya lay there, her body still humming with pleasure.
As the night wore on, both Richard and Olya were left wondering what the future held for their illicit relationship. But even as they wondered, they couldn't shake off the memories of that night, and the desire for more.
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