En cours de chargement...
I'm Natalia-a 50-year-old Russian divorcée who should know better. But when Vladimir arrives at my door, I'm helpless against his raw, masculine scent and bulging muscles barely contained by his sweat-soaked tee. He's my 19-year-old handyman, young enough to be my son. I shouldn't care about his throbbing manhood so ready to explode. But today feels different. As Vladimir sands my picnic table with rhythmic strokes, I'm drawn to his glistening skin and contracting muscles.
Trouble knocks as I make my move, a ravenous makeout session leaving us gasping, grasping. My womanly core longs to swallow every inch of his virile manpole. Age is just a number when carnal hunger takes over. But will I regret unleashing my inner cougar? Find out if I abandon all inhibitions with my handy Bolshevik boy toy in this salacious fantasy.
