The temperature was freezing outside, but it was hot between Kara’s legs.

My fingers felt the warmth and moisture of her pussy. I had met her while I was working in South Central Siberia as a research assistant, and tonight she was in my bed.

I was massaging her clit with two fingers and she was stroking my cock. My middle finger moved down to part her wet vaginal lips. I ran the tip of my finger up and down her labia. Then I inserted only the very tip of my finger just enough to make her stomach muscles tense and her back arch. Kara’s body language told me that she wanted more, but she would have to wait. She was moaning and squirming under the soft fingering. I could not wait any longer to probe that Russian snatch with my pole.

I put her ankles on my shoulders and the tip of my cock on her clit. I made the same motions with my cock as I’d done with my finger. Her pink labia parted and invited me in. I took my turn at American-Russian relations with one long, slow thrust up to the hilt. Kara was really tight — the kind of tightness that comes from not having had many lovers in her life. The walls of her pussy held my penis firmly. I gave her one thrust and then I pulled out. I thought it was time for Kara to taste her love juices on my pole, so I moved around to sixty-nine her.

She worked hard at sucking me to an intense orgasm while I did the same for her. Russian pussy or American pussy — I love eating it all, and I was going to town with Kara’s. It wasn’t long before her quivering body built up to an orgasm, and I was ready to join her. A mutual climax — the very best kind — was at hand. Just when I was ready to unleash a load of hot jizz, Kara repositioned her body so that I could see everything she was doing. She put her tongue under the tip of my pole and I watched the come squirt into her hungry mouth. She milked my cock of every last drop. She had me so horny that I didn’t want to stop.

I quickly moved back around to fuck that tight pink twat. I started by putting Kara’s ankles on my shoulders again, and proceeded to bury my rod deep in her snatch. After a period of slow rhythmic fucking, it was time to try another position. This woman was so sexy; I couldn’t believe the stamina her presence gave me.

Kara turned over onto her hands and knees, and I moved in behind her. She slipped my hard-on right into her love tunnel. With the first thrust Kara buried her face in the pillow to stifle her moans, not wanting the neighbors to hear us through the paper-thin walls. While we both were grinding, my hands wandered from her luscious tits to her equally luscious hips — keeping the pace nice and slow, sliding my cock in and out from tip to hilt. To push Kara over the edge I inserted my thumb in her puckered ass. The rhythm of my thumb in and out of her ass matched the rhythm of my thrusts.

But Kara was no longer moaning into the pillow — now she was biting her lower lip and grabbing at the mattress with a death grip. Her beautiful blue eyes were closed tight, and her body quivered with orgasmic delight. Taking this all in, I felt the tickle of my own orgasm begin to flow up from my toes and grow with intensity.

Knowing that I didn’t have long to go, I pulled out of Kara, moved her onto her back, and placed her ankles on my shoulders for the third time that night. With my wet cock in hand, I put the head on her red labia and entered her for the finale. This time the pace was not as slow and deliberate as it had been all evening. I wanted to fuck her brains out, fast and furious. The tingle that had started in my toes was now in my groin, and it was time to blow my load. As I was climaxing I pulled out, placed the head of my tool on her clit, and shot a load into the air. The hot jism landed on Kara’s nicely trimmed muff. We both collapsed into a sweaty, heaving pile of flesh. I will never forget Siberia, Russian women, or my Kara.