"I'll punish her later," he smiled as Volgin pulled at his pants in a struggle, suddenly wishing he'd taken both shoes off to pummel Yevgeny with and not just one.

Ivan let out a sigh, shivering at the thought that any minute now Volgin's mouth would be wrapped him, and if all went well; he'd spill himself down the back of his throat.

"My blowjob."