Katja arrived exactly on time. Her gaze was motionless, penetrating. Her movements were calm, almost militarily precise. Russian cheekbones, steel-blue eyes, a body like carved marble – slender, wiry, a single bow of tension. She said not a word, only a short nod in greeting. I was impressed – and immediately electrified.
She wore a long, black coat dress with a belt, black patent pumps – and a simple backpack, which she placed beside the stool. Then she began to undress slowly. No hesitation. Coat off, no underwear. Only opaque, black pantyhose. She looked at me while doing so, demanding. “Camera on. No commentary,” she said tersely. I obeyed.
Katja posed standing, then on the floor – like a sculpture. Her hands moved over her body, feeling her breasts, then her thighs. The pantyhose gleamed under the studio light. When she spread her legs, it was clear that the crotch was stretching – and that she was already wet. “You want it, don’t you?” she asked, this time more softly.
I stepped closer, but she raised her hand in warning. Then she reached into her bag for a cutter. With a controlled cut, she opened the crotch, exposing her slit – slippery, gleaming, framed by the nylon. “You may look. But you do not come until I say so.”
Slowly she let herself sink onto her back, spread her legs wide, and slid two fingers into herself. I was hypnotized. My member throbbed, hard, tense. Katja watched me – and smirked. “Pants down. Now.” I obeyed. My cock sprang free, swollen, ready.
She went to her knees, took it into her mouth – cold and precise. No moaning foreplay. Only a deep rhythm, controlled suction. Her hand gripped my thigh firmly, her gaze never leaving mine. I felt helpless. Just before I came, she stopped.
“You want to come? Then into me. But clean.” She lay back on the floor, using two fingers to spread open the hole in the nylon. I penetrated her – hot, tight, slippery. Her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me deeper. “Fuck me. Hard. But don't come until I say.”
I held back. Minutes passed. She whispered Russian words I didn't understand – but their meaning was clear. Finally she said softly: “Сейчас.” Now. I moaned, coming deep inside her. She held me tight, pressing me against her until I went limp.
Then she lifted her hips, letting the cum flow out between her legs – directly onto the dark nylon. With two fingers she wiped it up, bringing it to her mouth. Slowly, provocatively. “That was the first part. Next time, you film.”