Erzählt, dass Klaus es sich selbst behandelt. (tell Klaus to handle it himself)

“Kopiert dass Klaus. Sind Sie in Bedürfnis von meiner unmittelbaren Hilfe oder, das Sie vielleicht denken, dass dies etwas ist, das eine Mannschaft von acht behandeln kann?”

There is a long silence before Klaus answers, “Ich... Ich denke, dass wir es Kapitän behandeln können.”

“Gut. Über und aus!” Natasha attaches the radio back to her belt before placing her hand back on your cock. “Where were we?”

“Um… you were telling me how much you wanted to suck on my big fat cock before I rammed it all the way into your asshole…” You lie, hoping she’ll agree to your request.

“I did? I must be hornier than I thought, but if that is what I said.” She laughs, “Turn around, so I can suck that big fat cock of yours!”

You happily oblige to her request, the tip of your cock pushing up against the bottom of Natasha’s huge bust. Natasha’s lips meet yours in a fierce, ambitious kiss. Her tongue pushes against the roof of your mouth and slides over your teeth. She sure is hungry, you think as your put your hands on her shoulders and push her down toward your steel rod. Her massive jugs slide down your chest and along your shaft before you feel her mouth slipping around the contours of your cock.

It’s like heaven as her tongue soothes the slight pain you still feel in the tip of your cock. She seems to pay very special attention to the area of the burn as one of her hands massages your balls. You can feel her gigantic breasts as they massage your knees, while her head starts to bob along your massive pole. You take her long hair within your grasp and begin to thrust your cock deeper within her oral passage; making her gag slightly.

Every once in a while, Natasha has to pull free of your hold in order to catch her breath. You can feel her saliva as is leaks down your cock onto your balls and inner thighs, which is quickly rubbed into your skin by the German agent.

“Are you ready to get your ass plowed by this big cock, Mrs. Veicht?” You ask the enthusiastic blonde; pulling your cock free of her wanton mouth.

“It’s Miss… and I’m…”

“Kapitän! Wir brauchen Sie hier oben sofort!”

Natasha groans loudly in deep disappointment, “Was ist falscher Sasha?”

“Wir haben Gast.”

“Gast? Welche Art des Gastes?”

“Örtliche Polizei.”

“FUCK!” Natasha screams before responding, “Ich werde Recht auf haben.”

“The local police are here, John,” Natasha tells you as she turns on the flashlight giving you a lovely view of her big hanging globes.

She quickly opens the bag that lies on the ground; retrieving a suit like all the other GSG-9 were wearing. “Here, get dressed in this.”

Instead of grabbing the suit you grab her breasts in each of your hands, giving each of them a gentle squeeze. Her breasts are so big you can’t even fully cup their magnificent mass.

“John!” She grins looking lustfully into your eyes.

You move your hands under her armpits and lift her back to her feet before taking her jumpsuit and beginning to shimmy it down her waist.