Preface

In the phones of many people from Moscow’s bohemian crowd, I show up as Katya – though that’s not my real name. Sometimes it’s “Katya the Mouth,” or even more creative variations. And yeah, the mouth really does live up to the name – but not by nature. Every two or three months I top up my lips with hyaluronic acid fillers. Technically, one shot can last up to a year, but if you want everyone around you to lose their damn minds, you’ve got to do it more often – in several rounds. Someone might go, “Holy shit, look at those lips!” To which I usually say, “As long as my boyfriend likes them, that’s all that matters.” And he sure does. Right now, while I’m typing these lines, he’s standing next to me, pressing his dick against my face. And since he’s peeking at my laptop screen at the moment – baby, if you’re reading this, you’ve got the best damn cock in the world. Mmm ... yeah, baby, go on...