On the drive back to town, your mind wanders to your next conquest. You've been eyeing a stunning woman from afar, known only as 'Russian Rose' due to her exotic beauty and ample bosom. Her curves are simply irresistible, and you're determined to add her to your collection of devoted playthings.

You spot her walking down the street and pull over, eager to make your move. As she approaches, you flash a charming smile, confident in your ability to enthrall her with your charisma and cunning.

"Good morning, beautiful," you say, extending a hand.

"My name is Olga," she responds demurely, her cheeks turning pink at your attention. "What do you want from me, sir?"

Her submissive tone and obvious attraction to you send shivers down your spine. You climb out of the car and beckon her closer with a crook of your finger. She obediently complies, drawn in by your commanding presence.

"I have a new home I'd like you to see, Olga... one that will suit you perfectly."

Emily hesitates for a moment longer before finally mustering up the courage to reach down and grasp your length. Her small hands encircle you, feeling the heat radiating from your skin as she begins to stroke up and down. She looks up at you through her lashes, uncertainty still etched on her features.

"It-it feels so big," she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "W-what if I can't..."

Emily bites her lip and closes her eyes, taking you deeper into her mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down, sucking on you eagerly as she tries to take more of your length inside. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge beneath the head, eliciting a groan from your throat.

"That's it, baby," you murmur, running your hands through her hair. "You're doing so good."