Irina laughed as well, after answering his kiss in kind. The second kiss making her cling closer to the thin man.<br/><br/>"First? Then it's a good thing no lesser cunt spoiled you, and I can make you a man." She laughed again, hungrily, her fingers hooking onto the waistband of his pants and boxers. "You're still dressed" she complained. "I asked you if you could become more of an alpha wolf back in Silverville, didn't I?" She pulled on his clothing, impatiently, wanting to sate her hunger, her body tight against the bulge in his clothes. "Don't look away from what you want. Don't be shy. Let your instincts out for a spin." Her Slavic accent mangled the words. "Shame is for flirting and politics. We're about to break a bed."<br/><br/>The clothes give way, finally, and Irina practically climbs onto the young man, legs encircling him, her hands on his shoulders. Her stomach against his. Her breath caressing his face, playful eyes at equal level to his for once.