CHAPTER 77

VLADIMIR

"But," her voice died down with a gasp when I let my fingers work up to her bare, hairless crotch.

It felt smooth to the touch. I wonder what treatments were done to achieve it. Or was it natural? I doubt it. The ring must have made women undergo a laser hair removal or something.

Her breathing hitched as I slowly traced her slit with my fingertips. I gently massaged it, tentatively teasing her opening but not going in.

"Vlad," she mewled. Her voice was muffled when she shoved her face to my chest.

She whimpered when I taunted her clit by drawing circles around the tight nub with the pad of my index finger. She buried her face into my chest even more, her hands clutched tightly on my suit.

I kept my head straight, making sure no one would notice what I was doing even though the thought of somebody catching us added to the thrill of it all.

I slowly caressed her slit with my middle finger while still playing with her clit. She was already drenched. I could feel her juices comin