Here Come The Germans

Chris, this German gold dealer, rolls into town for a quick business stint and figures, why not dive into a soapy massage? He's heard the buzz and shows up pumped. Beautiful Brandy answers the door with a sly grin, grabs his hand, and leads him straight to the room. Without missing a beat, she peels off her clothes, flaunting that killer body and those juicy big tits that could make a man forget his own name. She drags him to the tub, pressing those magnificent tits against him, rubbing every inch of his skin until he's melting. Then her hand snakes down, wrapping around his hardening cock, stroking slow and firm. 'Hey, gold guy,' she purrs, 'got any free bling for a girl like me?' He nods, all smug, says sure thing. Boom—instant deep-throat action, her lips locked on his shaft, sucking like she means business. Over to the mattress they go, suds everywhere as she lathers them both up, her tight little body gliding over his, slick and teasing, hips grinding just right. She flips into a 69, burying her face on his cock while shoving her wet pussy in his face—prime real estate for him to devour. Her head game's unreal, tongue swirling, throat taking him deep, until he can't hold back and blasts a hot load straight down her throat. Question is, will this smooth-talker actually cough up that gold necklace, or is he all talk?