The old man's eyes gleam with a primal hunger as he watches the young girl's tongue struggle to form the foreign words. His hand, large and rough from age, covers hers, guiding it to the bulge in his pants. She gasps, but doesn't pull away, instead, she leans in, her eyes locked onto his, and whispers, "Can I practice on you, Daddy?" He growls, a sound of approval, and the lesson takes a turn for the kinky, their bodies entwined, the Russian words now a symphony of lust.