The Baroness unleashes her cold anger.

The Baroness was pleased that her newest pet had learned to obey her ... unlike the crown princess, who was never hers to command. She pushed forward eagerly, starting to absorb the scent of the teenage girl on top of her, moving her hands slowly downwards, grabbing the young flesh hard, so hard that the young girl must hold back her voice. Her thighs are surprisingly thick for a teenage maid, just the way the Baroness like it.

Sucking on these beautiful young nipples, the powerful elder women enjoyed that the girl was still holding her arms up behind her back high, enduring her **** with servitude. If only her own princesses would be so, she thought, with a burning sensation rising in her heart.

Imagining now that the girl on top of her was the crown princes, Baroness Natasha suddenly grabbed the slip on her maid with her left hand from behind, so hard that a small scream was released.

Natasha would use her other hand to grab the maid's graceful neck, looking her angerly in the eyes while making sure that the string in her hand now would sink deeper and deeper into her maid's cunt. From long experience, she would control the pressure on that little piece of cloths between those ass cheeks, making sure that her maid is in state of shifting pain and pleasure...

"Please ..." The maid whispered, tears were flowing out of her big eyes now and a film of sweart has covered her young and innocent body. And all that the same time she still tried her best to let her arms up. Her entire body had started to shiver. It might be a pain or fatigue, but the Baroness could not care less.

"I still have control," The Baroness thought smilingly. Pulling her maid atop closer and closer, whispering into her eye"

"You are not down yet. Maid. As long as the interview is going, I won't allow you to ... "