The door to Richard’s apartment swung open, and in walked Olya, her long legs striding confidently across the room in her tight jeans and black thong. She was the only woman in a sea of men, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Hey, you short, fat, bald bastard,” she called out, a playful insult on her lips as she ruffled Richard’s shaven head.
Richard grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Nice to see you too, Olya. Happy birthday, by the way.”
Olya waved him off, her pale skin flushing as she downed shot after shot of vodka. The guys had given her the bottle, and she drank with pleasure, her big breasts straining against her tight sweater as she laughed.
“Come on, Richard, you know I can’t resist a good party,” she said, her short red hair falling in her face as she tossed back another shot.
One of the guys persuaded Olya to dance a striptease for Richard’s birthday, and she agreed, stumbling a bit as she started to move. She threw off her clothes piece by piece, her black lace bra and thong the last to go.
The guys watched with admiration as Olya danced, their hands unconsciously reaching for their crotches. Richard’s eyes were glued to her pale skin and big breasts, his mouth open in awe.
Olya was naked now, her small booty and long legs on display. She was dancing in front of Richard, her body moving to the music. He ran his fingers into her already wet pussy, and she moaned softly.
The next thing Olya knew, she was on her knees and sucking the guys off, one by one. She jerked off the cocks of those who were waiting for their turn, her red hair falling in her face as she worked.
Olya was lying on her back on the carpet, her legs spread wide. Richard was fucking her in her pussy, entering her deeply. She wrapped her long legs around his hips, resting her small heels on his ass so that he entered as deeply as possible.
Richard greedily kissed her, and she responded by intertwining her tongues with him. She was barely aware of what was happening, coming to her senses only at those moments when she felt their sperm filling her vagina, asshole, and mouth.
When the guys left, Olya stayed the night at Richard’s. They fell asleep in bed, her head on his shoulder, and her leg thrown over his hip. Richard gently squeezed her little ass, and she smiled in her sleep.
“Happy birthday, Richard,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. “I hope it was everything you wanted and more.”
Richard chuckled, his arms tightening around her. “It was, Olya. It really was.”
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