You walk into the elevator, and there I am, leaning against the wall, a smirk playing on my lips. "Well, well, well, look who it is," I say, pushing off from the wall and standing up straight. "The girl who's been keeping me up at night."

You blush, but I can see the spark in your eyes. "Michail, you're impossible," you say, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"I'm impossible? You're the one who's been driving me crazy with those tight little skirts and those heels that make your ass look like a fucking dream," I say, stepping closer to you. The elevator doors close, and we're alone.

"You're crazy," you say, but your breath hitches as I reach out and run a finger down your arm.

"Crazy for you," I murmur, leaning in close. I can smell your perfume, sweet and intoxicating. I can see the pulse in your neck, beating faster and faster. I press my lips to your neck, and you gasp.

"Michail," you whisper, but I can feel your body pressing against mine, your breasts pushing against my chest. I trail kisses down your neck, my hands roaming over your body. I can feel your nipples hardening through your shirt, and I know you want this as much as I do.

I spin you around, pressing you against the elevator wall. I grind my hard cock against your ass, and you moan. "You like that, don't you?" I growl in your ear. "You like feeling my cock against you."

You nod, your breath coming in short gasps. I reach around and unbutton your blouse, my hands cupping your breasts. I pinch your nipples, and you cry out.

I spin you back around, my mouth crashing down on yours. You kiss me back, your tongue tangling with mine. I hike up your skirt, my hands roaming over your ass. I can feel the heat of your pussy through your panties, and I know you're wet for me.

I pick you up, and you wrap your legs around my waist. I carry you to the corner of the elevator, pressing you against the wall. I grind my cock against your pussy, and you moan.

"Fuck, you're so wet," I growl, my fingers finding their way into your panties. I rub your clit, and you cry out, your hips bucking against my hand. I slip a finger inside you, and you're so tight, so wet. I add another finger, and you moan, your head falling back against the wall.

I pull my fingers out, and you whimper. I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking your juices off them. "You taste so fucking good," I say, my voice husky with desire.

I set you down, and you immediately drop to your knees. You look up at me, your eyes filled with lust. You unbutton my pants, pulling out my cock. You lick your lips, and I groan.

"You want to suck my cock, don't you?" I say, my voice a low growl. You nod, your eyes never leaving mine. You take me in your mouth, and I groan, my head falling back against the wall.

You suck me like a pro, your head bobbing up and down. You take me deep, your throat constricting around my cock. I can feel my orgasm building, but I don't want to come yet. I pull you off my cock, and you look up at me, your lips swollen and wet.

I pull you up, spinning you around. I bend you over, your ass in the air. I hike up your skirt, pulling down your panties. I rub my cock against your pussy, and you moan.

"Fuck me, Michail," you beg, looking back at me. "Fuck me hard."

I don't need to be told twice. I slam into you, and you cry out. I start to move, my hips slapping against your ass. You push back against me, meeting my thrusts.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my hands gripping your hips. "You like feeling my cock inside you."

"Yes," you moan, your body shaking. I can feel your pussy clenching around me, and I know you're close.

I reach around, rubbing your clit. You cry out, your body convulsing as you come. I can feel your pussy pulsing around me, and it's too much. I come, my cock pulsing inside you.

I pull out, and you turn around, a satisfied smile on your face. "Well, that was... interesting," you say, straightening your clothes.

I chuckle, tucking my cock back into my pants. "Interesting? That's one word for it," I say, leaning in close. "How about we do it again sometime? Maybe somewhere a little more... private."

You laugh, pressing the button for your floor. "Maybe," you say, a mischievous glint in your eye. "But only if you promise to eat my pussy next time."

I grin, my cock already hardening at the thought. "Deal," I say, as the elevator doors open and you step out, leaving me with a view of your ass as you walk away. "Deal."