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In the heart of Moscow, a raven-haired vixen, her skin flushed from the cold, leads a stranger to her dimly lit apartment. She pushes him onto the couch, dropping to her knees, her breath fogging in the chilled air. She unzips his pants, her eyes widening at the sight of his hard cock. She wraps her lips around him, her tongue tracing the veins, her head moving in slow, deliberate motions. She takes her time, exploring every inch of him, her hands stroking what her mouth can't reach. She can feel him growing harder, his breath coming in short gasps. She picks up the pace, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, her other hand cupping his balls. He groans, his hands fisting her hair as he comes undone, his hot cum filling her mouth. She swallows it all, a wicked grin on her face as she licks her lips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.