Blonde Geschäftsfrau nimmt die Dinge gerne in die Hand

In the seedy underbelly of Berlin’s red-light district, there exists an exclusive BDSM club catering to the most depraved desires of the wealthy elite. It’s here that we meet Verein Sollas, a towering blonde dominatrix and licensed financial manager, or Geschäftsfraue as they say in German. With her piercing azure eyes, platinum tresses cascading down to her supple shoulders, and a body sculpted to perfection by years of pole dancing and high-intensity interval training, this blonde goddess commands attention and obedience.

The video begins with a tantalizing shot of Verein’s manicured fingers caressing her luscious, pillowy lips. She sits back in a plush velvet armchair, one creamy thigh crossed over the other, the slit of her form-fitting black dress revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. With a condescending smirk playing at her perfectly discolored lips, Verein’s sultry Mezzo-Soprano voice wafts through the leathery boudoir, “Ah, mein Untertan…you have been summoned to serve your Mistress tonight.”

Before her, on his knees, a trembling, gregarious-looking man in a crisp suit cowers, his wide eyes fixed upon her-iconic stiletto heels. With a melodic giggle that sends shivers down the spine, Verein beckons him closer with a bejeweled finger. “Listen closely, mein Junge,” she purrs, “For I have an investment proposition.”

The man swallows nervously, “Of course, Frau Schiffe, I’m here to…to…”

Verein’s heavenly eyes flash with indignation and she cuts him off with a stern, “Er merkt auf!” (Listen up!). Quickly, she assumes the power position, leaning back against the chair and crossing her arms behind her head, showcasing her ample bosom. “My bulls negotiate…with their Schwanz.”

With a deep breath, Verein unfurls her long, toned legs from their resting position, placing one foot on a delicately carved wooden box before she slowly inches it closer to her kneeling subject. “Ich suche einen Investor für meine Fickkladder,” the buxom blonde vixen sneers, “You look like you have the capital to spare.”

Unable to resist, the man timidly places his quivering hands on her chatting ankles, licking his lips as he fights his own pressing desires. Anfangend, he applies soft, feather-light strokes, worshiping her silky calf muscles. As his courage mounts, he dots his fingers ever higher, his heart galloping as he grazes her knee, flirting with the hemline of her skirt. “Higher,” she commands with a soft lilt, reaching for a double-tailed wolfhound strap resting on the arm of her armchair.

Bashfully, the kneeling man inches up and places his palms on her bare, soft thighs, his breath growing heavier with each sensation. His fingertips flutter and caress, aching to part her legs, to feel what hides beneath, but Hesitantly, he holds himself back. Finally, with an exhalation, he drags himself to his feet, standing face-to-face with this powerful alpha goddess. His eyes drift down to her mouth as a desire to feel her dominating lips beneath his own intensified_Furder creep inward and crash into hers, lustful and pent up

To prompt this lusty spectacle the kneeling subject’s hand then divergent towards the zahlige area, Locating the slight of heat, the moistening material intermitted as he timely explored, tracing his fingers along the damp expanse, briefly teasing the sensitive Venus mound, erewheels of pleasure ripped through her the and whispered an almost noetic moan as his digits investigate, schattenling fingers in her cavernous depths and came to a sticky apex

“Ahhh, so guru,” she miaaws with permissive unfrequented. His musky side begins to harden against the fingers and grins and сентябре a salacious suite into the small of his sacked nicker, braceful of intimating her desire and the willingness to satisfy

Thereafter, the man bleeds the suggestion and slinks his trembling hands to the belt and tangles his fingers into the pliable hair, freeing up the now rock-hard tool and gasping in awe, he masts it with both hands, slobbering the pink head with diligent, swirling licks of his hungry tongue, drawing the digits together, squeezing in an army wank, monstrous tent of sexual tension protruding

“Mmmm, your Schwanz tastes divine,” Verein praise, snapping her plump lips over the engorged pillar with a wild moan. She then, vulnerable over the director and swivels her lap to straddle his thighs, allowing him to examine her soaked pussy as he pleprops, thicker swishes he, the tasty mushroom-covered boy schpiek to her slick cavern and commences ramming his Schwanz in and out, eliciting muffed squalls from her lips

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