Russian Beauty's Scandalous Romance

Just wanna share incident about trip with my russian wife
My wife Anna, that stunning 27-year-old Russian model with her porcelain skin, long raven hair cascading down her back, and curves that could stop traffic, landed this international promo gig thanks to her exotic beauty. I tagged along, of course, and we checked into this swanky hotel abroad. The place looked posh enough, but the staff? Total creeps. From the moment we arrived, every guy there ??bellhops, receptionists, you name it?? couldn't peel their eyes off her. They'd linger too long, staring at the way her tight dresses hugged her full breasts and round ass, making her shift uncomfortably under their gazes.

The shoot wrapped up in the morning, so that evening, we decided to hit the local market for some shopping. Big mistake. The streets were packed with leering men, and Anna, in her simple sundress that clung to her hips and teased the swell of her cleavage, became their prime target. Hands reached out from the crowd, groping her firm tits, squeezing her plump ass cheeks through the thin fabric. She gasped and pressed against me, her body trembling as I fought through the throng to pull her away. It was chaos??no other women in sight, just a sea of hungry eyes and wandering fingers. We barely escaped, her cheeks flushed, nipples hardening against her dress from the unwanted attention.

Back in our room, things didn't improve. The staff kept knocking with lame excuses about fresh towels and turndown service. I hired a local guide to sort it out, and he dragged me to the office while Anna stayed holed up in the room. She flat-out refused to step out again, whispering to me that she'd never return to this hellhole. I was stuck at the crowded reception, the place buzzing with last-minute check-outs. My guide was on his phone, ignoring me, when this sleazy hotel worker sidled up. He started chatting me up, but I brushed him off. Undeterred, he grinned and said, 'Your wife is beautiful, man. Those Russian tits and that ass??how much for a night?'

I snapped, 'She's not some whore,' but he laughed, leaning in. 'We got date drugs if you want to play. Plenty of cash too.' I wasn't about to start a fight in a foreign country, so I shoved past him, grabbed my guide, and headed to the office. Took a grueling 3.5 hours to fix the papers...

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