The sun beat down on Nadia's bare shoulders as she leaned against the brick wall of Fyodor's apartment building. She could feel the familiar twinge of ovulation, the primal urge that took over her body once a month. It was a craving, a hunger that needed to be satisfied.
As if on cue, Fyodor appeared at the entrance of the building, a knowing smile spreading across his handsome face. Nadia rolled her eyes playfully. "Well, look who it is. The show-off himself."
Fyodor chuckled, his broad shoulders shaking with amusement. "Oh, you've noticed then?" He gestured towards his pants, where a noticeable bulge was beginning to form.
Nadia couldn't help but stare. "I can't believe you walk around like that. It's like you're asking for trouble."
Fyodor shrugged, his smile never fading. "I can't help it if I'm well-endowed. It's a gift."
Nadia snorted. "A gift that keeps on giving, huh?"
The flirtatious banter continued as they made their way up the stairs to Fyodor's apartment. Nadia couldn't help but steal glances at Fyodor's bulge, her mind racing with dirty thoughts.
Once inside, Nadia took control. She pushed Fyodor onto the bed and began to undress, revealing her curves inch by inch. Fyodor watched in awe, his heart pounding in his chest.
Nadia straddled Fyodor, teasing him with her body. "You're such a big, dumb brute," she whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Fyodor responded by grabbing Nadia's hips and pulling her closer. Nadia gasped as she felt his size, her body responding instinctively.
They began to kiss, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Nadia took charge, directing Fyodor on how to touch her. Fyodor complied, eager to please.
Nadia moaned as Fyodor hit all the right spots. She whispered dirty encouragement in his ear, spurring him on.
Fyodor could feel himself getting close. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
Nadia nodded, her eyes filled with desire. "I'm ready for you to take me over the edge."
And with that, Fyodor did just that. The sex was intense, primal, and everything Nadia had been craving. It was a dance of power and pleasure, a symphony of bodies moving in perfect harmony.
As they lay in bed, spent and satisfied, Nadia couldn't help but smile. It was always amazing when she was in control. And with Fyodor, she knew she always would be.
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