Masha burst through the door of her and Kostya's apartment, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "Kostya!" she called out, her voice husky with desire.
Kostya appeared from the kitchen, a confused look on his face. "Masha, what's wrong?" he asked, taking in her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair.
Masha didn't answer. Instead, she walked over to Kostya and pressed her lips to his, leaving a trail of semen on his face.
Kostya pulled away, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "What the hell, Masha?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with disgust. "Did you just kiss me with another man's semen on your lips?"
Masha smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, you finally noticed. Yes, I did. I was with Vlad, my lover, before coming here."
Kostya's eyes widened even further, if that was possible. "You were with Vlad? But I thought you were exclusive with me?"
Masha chuckled, her voice low and sultry. "Exclusive? Darling, I'm not a possession. I do what I want, when I want. And right now, I want you."
Kostya stammered, trying to process what was happening. "But what about Vlad? Won't he be jealous?"
Masha rolled her eyes, her long lashes fluttering. "Please, Vlad knows I like to play. He's not the jealous type. Unlike some people I know."
Kostya's face turned red, his anger rising. "You think I'm jealous? I'm not! I just don't like the idea of you being with someone else."
Masha stepped closer to Kostya, her body pressing against his. "Oh, I see. You're not jealous, you're just possessive. How cute."
Kostya grabbed Masha's arms, his grip tight. "I'm not possessive! I just care about you."
Masha laughed, her head thrown back. "You care about me? That's sweet. But it's not enough. I need more."
Kostya's grip on Masha's arms tightened even more. "What do you mean, more? I give you everything."
Masha looked into Kostya's eyes, her own eyes shining with desire. "No, you don't. You give me what you think I want. But you never ask me what I really need."
Kostya released Masha's arms, his shoulders sagging. "What do you need, then?"
Masha smiled, her lips curling into a seductive grin. "I need you to let go of your insecurities and trust me. I need you to be confident and take control. I need you to be a man, Kostya."
Kostya took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. "I can do that. I can be what you need."
Masha nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Good. Now, let's see if you can handle me."
And with that, Masha took Kostya's hand and led him to the bedroom, ready to show him just what she really needed.
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