Blondes Girl braucht seinen fetten Riemen

Emmanuelle lounged on the velvet chaise, one shapely leg draped over the armrest, the other splayed wide. Her blonde tresses tumbled over her shoulders as she toyed with the top button of her silk blouse. “Come on in, dollface,” she purred, crooking a finger at the nervous young man who’d stumbled into her boudoir. “It’s time I showed you the birds and the bees…”