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“Ost tu mir spielst!” screamed the voluptuous vixen in the video, her ample bosom heaving with exertion as she writhed on the leather couch. “Make it last German boy!” she demanded in broken english, her husky voice dripping with lust.

The camera panned down to her hands, recovering in a blur as she griped the girthy shaft of her lover. Her fingers danced along the length, pumping furiously from base to tip, then back again. She twisted and squeezed, coaxing out beads of pre-cum which she quickly smeared into his glistening skin.

“Wow!” gasped the burly German lad, his breath coming in ragged pants. “So g-guten wie du Lecken Eis!” he stammered, in his native tongue. “As good as you sucking ice cream!”

The buxom beauty just smirked, her plump lips curling at the corners as she doubled her efforts. Her hands was a flurry of motion, pummeling his pulsing cock with unrelenting speed. Soft plops of flesh-on-flesh with the slap of her palms and the slap of her huge tits. The sight of her bodacious body bouncing as she stroked was mesmerizing.

“Not yet, schatz!” she scolded, sensing him tensing up. “Not ’til I tell you!” She pinched the head of his dick hard, making him yelp and forcing him to cry out in anguish. “Gott! I can’t wait much longer…” the strapping stud bottomed out. “Let me taste, sweetheart…”

But the entendre female denied him, her hands keeping a steady pace as she edged him towards climax over and over, bringing him tantalizingly close then pulling back, letting him simmer on the brink of eruption. Evidently she enjoyed teasing him, forcing him to hold back, milking every second of pleasure from the excruciating arousal of the cruel premise of the video.

“Bitte, bitte!” the supplicant begged, writhing beneath her incessant strokes. “I’ll do anything… Give you anything!” Part of him knew it was a losing battle, her skilled hands always one step ahead, ruthlessly prolonging his agony.

“Mmmm, maybe…” she mused, “if you’re a very good boy, I might let you cover these big melons of mine, nein?” She squeezed her tits together dramatically, her fingers barely able to encircle their girth. “Think of it, Schatz – my huge tits dripping with your seed. Marked as your property…”

“Yes! Oh, verdammt!” he exclaimed. “I’ll do it! I’ll do anything!” The pace of her handjob increased to a fever pitch. The camera zoomed in on the blur of her soft skin against his, seeing her slick beads of arousal mingled with his own leaking pre-cum, lubricating her relentless strokes.

He could feel her triumphant smile, even without seeing her face. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. Breeding. His balls clenched, drawing up tight, ready to unleash a torrential downpour of molten jizz. But still she denied him, keeping him on the knife’s edge of intense pleasure and maddening frustration.

“Please…” it was little more than a whimper now, “please… Ich kann nicht mehr… (I can’t take it anymore)”

“I know…” she panted. Her own body was wound tight, aching to feel his seed paint her skin. “One… more… time…” she was practically drooling at this point, rapidly reaching her own brink. “Fuck! Do it! Come for me, Zurich…

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with that final command the tall strapping lad arched his back, his cock erupting like a geyser, paint her tits and neck with thick, sticky spurts. Her body shook with her own climax, her hand relentlessly stroking him through his intense orgasm. He wailed in ecstasy as she milked him dry, draining every last drop.

The camera panned out as they lay entangled on the leather couch, bodies glistening with sweat and semen. The wry grin on her face said it all. The sight of his goo drooling down her cleavage, soaking into her fleshy mounds, filled him with a primal sense of pride and possession. Big boobs indeed…

The edit cut with both of them still gasping and panting, basking in the afterglow. “Das war unglaublich!” she cooed. “I’ve never had a German boy last so long!” She kissed him throaty, her tongue tangling with his. “Perhaps we have a future, nein?”

As the music swelled over the credits, the viewers could imagine him imagining a life with a half-naked adventurous beauty willing to milk his cock into oblivion… Again? Any day of the week. A standing invitation if he had his way. God he loved her boobs!

THE END