The house felt emptier once Olga's car disappeared down the driveway, leaving Ksenia alone with Alexey. At 36, she was no stranger to desire, but this summer had tested her limits. The 19-year-old had been strutting around half-naked since his arrival, oblivious—or perhaps not—to the effect he had. Ksenia had caught glimpses of him 'ritualizing' over her old photos when he thought no one was home, and it fueled her own fantasies. Now, with his mother gone, restraint was slipping.
Alexey emerged from his room, towel forgotten, his body still damp from sleep. 'Ksenia, got any coffee?' he asked casually, as if his cock wasn't swinging free.
She leaned against the counter, eyes narrowing with a sharp smile. 'Coffee? Darling, you're standing there like a Greek statue on display. Think I haven't noticed the way you eye me? Or those little sessions with my photos? Bold for a boy your age.'
He flushed but grinned. 'You knew? And here I thought I was subtle. Maybe I was hoping you'd catch me.'
Ksenia's hand drifted lower, fingers brushing her thigh before slipping beneath her robe. She touched herself openly, circling her clit as her pussy grew wet and dripping. 'Horny little thing, aren't you? I've been fighting this, but watching you walk around naked... it's making me ache. What do you want, Alexey?'
'Kiss me,' he said, stepping closer. Their lips met in a fierce clash, tongues dancing as her strong hands gripped his ass, pulling him hard against her. His cock hardened instantly, pressing into her belly.
'God, you're so hard already,' she murmured, dropping to her knees. She took him in her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. 'This is lesson one: patience.' But patience fled as he thrust gently, and she sucked harder until he came, cum spilling hot across her lips.
Panting, she stood, robe discarded. 'My turn. Touch me.' His fingers found her dripping pussy, and she guided him, strong and unyielding. 'Fuck me like you mean it—no, deeper. Yes, that's it.' They tumbled to the couch, bodies sweating, her riding him with commanding rhythm, ass grinding down as his cock filled her. 'Teach me the art of love,' he begged between thrusts.
'Oh, I'll teach you,' Ksenia panted, nails raking his chest. 'But we do this my way.' Hours blurred in waves of pleasure—she came twice more before fetching condoms from the drawer. 'Ready for round two? This is just the beginning.'
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