Freezing outside. The wind cuts through my coat like knife. In the bar, it is warm and smells like cheap tobacco. American tourist bought me vodka. He thinks I am some exotic flower, thinks he is 'saving' me. I let him believe it. Is nice to pretend for one night, da?

We go to alley behind bar. Cold air on my skin, hot hands on my waist. He pushes me against brick wall, rough like he owns me. I grab his cock through his jeans, hard and ready. I unzip him, take his thick dick in my mouth. He tastes like sweat and desperation. I suck him deep, letting him fuck my throat until I gag, tears running down my face. He pulls my hair, calls me a dirty Russian slut. It makes my pussy drip wet.

He turns me around, yanks my skirt up, and rips my panties aside. No condom. Doesn't care. He shoves his raw cock inside my cunt, stretching me. It hurts so good. He pounds me against the wall, fast and mean, until he groans and fills me with hot cum. It runs down my legs in the freezing air.

He zips up, kisses my cheek like I am his girlfriend, and leaves. I stand there, cum dripping, legs shaking, feeling empty but alive. Tomorrow I will worry about cold. Tonight, I just want to feel something real.