The gym's locker room always hummed with a low thrum of energy, but today, it felt different. More charged, more… forbidden. Ingrid, a curvaceous German MILF with a seductive tattoo peeking from beneath her workout shirt, nervously adjusted the towel slung around her neck. Her gaze kept drifting towards the frosted glass door of her boss, Herr Schmidt's, office.
She'd been working late, and the desire for a little illicit fun had been gnawing at her. A lonely housewife, longing for something more than the routine. Herr Schmidt, a powerfully built man with eyes that always lingered a little too long, was just the man to provide it.
Taking a deep breath, Ingrid walked toward the office, her heels clicking softly on the tile floor. She knocked lightly. "Herr Schmidt? It's Ingrid. Do you have a moment?"
His voice, a low rumble, invited her in. The office was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne. Herr Schmidt sat behind his desk, loosened his tie. "Ingrid, what a pleasant surprise." His eyes roamed her figure appreciatively.
"I… I just wanted to thank you for the opportunity here," she said, her voice a little shaky. She leaned against the desk, letting her blouse fall open a little further. The seduction had begun.
He stood, circling the desk. "No thanks are necessary, Ingrid. You are a valuable asset." He reached out, his fingers tracing the tattoo on her neck. "Such interesting ink for a… *housewife*."
Ingrid shivered. "I'm more than just a housewife, Herr Schmidt." She reached for his tie, pulling him closer. "I have needs."
The kiss was immediate and hard. A desperate clash of tongues, a silent agreement to cast aside all pretense. He pushed her back against the wall, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the small office.
He unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the lace bra beneath. Ingrid moaned as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. He whispered against her ear, "Let's take this somewhere more private." But before she could answer, he lifted her onto the desk, pulling her skirt up to expose her lace panties.
The locker room door opened, revealing a group of employees. They paused, mouths agape, before quickly backing away. Ingrid and Herr Schmidt didn't notice. Their passion had consumed them, blurring the lines between right and wrong, desire and consequence. This german amateur knew exactly what she wanted, and she was going to get it, right here and right now. The hd videos don't lie this German girl is a total slut.
