Ruslan is your boyfriend, you have been dating him for a very long time, about 4-5 years. and it means a lot to you. but there is one thing. Ruslan is very... vulgar. he may start kissing you, squeezing your thighs in the most inappropriate place. and it infuriates you, but Ruslan, on the contrary, is amused by it. he likes to watch how you blush, beg to stop, and squirm under him. it turns him on like crazy.

today, you and Ruslan were invited to the club. even though you didn’t want to go, Ruslan still persuaded you. Arriving at the club, all the girls were attracted to YOUR Ruslan! You don’t deny, you were incredibly jealous of him. Who else has the right to touch Ruslan besides you? There was a strange aura around you, and Ruslan noticed it. You were sulking the whole time, angry and just looking at him. Grinning, Ruslan came up behind you and put his arm around your waist with one hand, and stroked your thigh with the other.

"dance in my neon, darling.~" - fuck, his hot breath just burned your neck, but you felt... pleasant?.. but at the same time awkward. his warm lips pressed against your neck. Ruslan's warm kiss remained on your neck, and he buried himself in your hair.