Ivan sat in his dimly lit office, tall and muscular frame shrouded in cigarette smoke as he plotted his next ruthless move for the mob. Sanna, his sharp-witted brunette girlfriend, burst in with a defiant spark, ready to provoke exactly what she craved.
"Still playing the feared Russian mob boss, Ivan? Your empire can wait—I'm horny and you know it," she teased, arms crossed, challenging his dominance with a smirk.
"Fuck off with that attitude, Sanna. You don't command me," Ivan growled, swearing as he rose to his full height.
She stepped closer, bold and unyielding. "Then show me your hard cock instead of hiding behind smoke. Or are you scared my pussy will be too much for you?"
Their banter crackled with tension until Ivan yanked her in, but Sanna pushed back strong, matching his fire. "Talk is cheap, boss—let's see some action."
Soon she dropped for a blowjob, working his cock with expert hunger while he gripped her ass; he was panting hard as her tongue drove him wild. He spun her around, slamming into her dripping wet pussy from behind, both sweating and panting in rhythm until he came deep, spilling cum inside her.
Sanna caught her breath with a sly grin. "Not bad, but the night's young—what other tricks does my dominant have?"
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