Nasty Camera - Businesswoman Dalia fucks Ken - part 2 of 4 (FullHD)

Nasty Camera - Businesswoman Dalia fucks Ken - part 2 of 4 (FullHD)

Dalia, the twisted businesswoman, was in her element as she sat on the edge of her office desk, her dark eyes locked onto Ken's – the man who had just arrived to fulfill her every perverted whim. She wore a tailored suit that hugged her curves, making it all the more evident just how much of an exhibition this was about to become. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped against the glass surface of her desk while she waited impatiently for Ken to get down to business.

As Ken knelt before her, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and arousal coursing through his veins. Dalia's presence was magnetic; he couldn't look away from her voluptuous figure and the way she commanded attention in every room. His gaze traced over her curves, lingering on the tight ass cheeks in her skirt before trailing back up to her plump, lipstick-stained lips. Suddenly, Dalia stood up from the desk, revealing sheer black lingerie underneath her suit jacket.

Her assertiveness drove Ken to his knees in front of her, his heart pounding in anticipation as he watched her skirt fall to the floor. She wore a matching bra and panties set that accentuated her curvature perfectly. The lacy fabric did nothing to hide her swollen pussy lips, glistening with anticipation for what was to come.

"Do you like what you see, Ken?" Dalia purred, running her hands over the curves of her body. "Because I can't wait to see how well you treat this."

Without further warning, Dalia pulled Ken up onto the desk and straddled him, impaling herself on his cock in one expert move. Her moans filled the room as they began to grind against each other in a frenzy of lust. Ken couldn't believe the power and control she possessed; it was intoxicating. His hands roamed freely over her body, tracing the curves that she'd just exposed to him so intimately.

As they moved together, sweat beginning to bead on their bodies, Dalia reached over to a nearby shelf and produced a doll – a baby boy doll with soft blond hair. She held it up to Ken's face, eyes glistening with excitement. "Time for your part of this little game, Ken."

Reluctantly, Ken took the doll from her and positioned it between them on the desk. As he watched in shock, Dalia leaned down and started kissing the doll passionately before pushing it forward towards him. "Take good care of him," she whispered into his ear, her breath warm on his skin as she ran her tongue along his earlobe.

Overwhelmed by the situation, Ken hesitated for a moment before obeying her command. He gently lifted up the doll and began thrusting it against Dalia's pussy in time with their movements, his hands exploring the supple skin of her back and ass. The feeling of pleasure coursing through him was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

As they climaxed together, Dalia's moans mingling with those of the doll against her pussy, Ken felt his own release building deep within him. He couldn't believe what he was doing or the level of depravity he'd sunk to, but there was something exhilarating about it all. When they finally came down from their high, Dalia collapsed onto the desk, breathing heavily.

"Well done, Ken," she panted, opening her eyes to look up at him. "You're even better than I hoped."

Ken attempted to stand up, his legs shaking beneath him from the intensity of the experience. But before he could make it far, Dalia grabbed him by the tie and pulled him back down onto the desk. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small vial of clear liquid. "Now drink this," she ordered, handing it to him.

Without questioning her, Ken tipped the liquid back and swallowed it. It burned going down but didn't taste entirely unpleasant – kind of like expensive liquor mixed with something sweet. As he handed the vial back to Dalia, a strange sensation washed over him. It felt like time was slowing down, like he was in some kind of trance.

"Now take care of me," Dalia whispered into his ear once more. He felt her wetness against his fingers as she guided them down between her legs, urging him on. And so, Ken found himself doing things he never would have imagined possible just minutes before - things that filled him with a mix of shame and excitement at the same time.