The Nazi woman moans around your shaft, her body shuddering with each sensation as she pleasures you. The sounds of their passion echo through the empty street, drawing attention from nearby Nazi soldiers. They gather around, their eyes wide with curiosity and a mixture of disgust and lust.

As if in some twisted display of dominance, the leader of the group steps forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon. "What do we have here?" he asks, his voice low and menacing.

The Nazi woman looks up at him defiantly as she continues to stroke you, her other hand now moving in time with the leader's gaze. "This... this is what I found," she says between moans. "He belongs to the inferior race, but his body..." She trails off, gesturing towards your throbbing member.

The leader looks at you with disdain, then back at the Nazi woman. His expression softens slightly as he watches her work her magic on you.