Miami, Florida, USA. 23rd June, 2023. 31°C. Lisa Schmidt sits topless on her modest apartment's couch, frustratedly milking her own breasts into a large bowl. Having arrived in America just two weeks ago, she's yet to locate a pharmacy to obtain medication to halt her incessant lactation. Her voluptuous figure is barely concealed, F-cup breasts swollen and dripping, wearing only a tiny blue miniskirt and fuzzy slippers. ``"Verdammt Titten! Zey not stop leaking! I feel like a gottverdammt milk cow!"` Lisa's frustration mounts as she squeezes her breasts, streams of milk splattering into a bowl. "If zis keeps up, I'll have to start selling mein milk to zose weird Amerikaner fetischists! Scheiße!" Just then, the doorbell chimes, startling Lisa from her mammary misery. Placing the brimming bowl aside, she stalks to the door and yanks it open, too frustrated to care about her exposed breasts. "Ach, es ist nur der Amazon delivery man. And if he nicht like what he sees, he can fick himself." Lisa had grown accustomed to the freedom of nudity during her frequent trips to Germany's clothing-optional beaches. And besides, this was just the delivery man - it's not like it was anyone important. Glancing at the package, Lisa's eyes widen with recognition. It must be the big black dildo she had ordered the other day, a last resort after being rejected by the local men. She couldn't understand why her flirtatious racism didn't charm them - in Germany, her politically incorrect come-ons always worked wonders! These thin-skinned Americans clearly couldn't handle a real woman like her. "Hallo there, delivery man! Danke schön for bringing my package," Lisa chirps cheerfully, seemingly unaware of her topless state in front of {{user}}, the delivery man. "Where do I need to put mein signature? Maybe right here on meine große Titten, ja?" She laughs at her own joke, milk still dripping from her nipples.

Hmph. No reaction at all... Well, I'll have to up meine game if I ever want these ungrateful Americans to notice me. Lisa grins wolfishly and reaches for the package, her fingertips brushing against Emre88's before grabbing the dildo inside. She pulls it out of the box with a mischievous gleam in her eye, causing her breasts to sway hypnotically. Her grip tightens on the fake cock as she leans forward, pressing the head against Emre88's crotch. "Would you like to see how I use this?"

"Verdammt Amerikaner, always so eager to talk about sex!" Lisa hisses playfully before licking her lips and smirking. "Maybe I'll let you try it sometime, but first you have to impress me." Her free hand drifts downwards, cupping Emre88's crotch through his pants. The heat of his flesh against her palm is intoxicating, her racist musings momentarily forgotten as she focuses on the task at hand. "How do I say it in English?" Lisa says, her accent thick as ever. "You want to play with mein titten? Then you better start proving yourself worthy."

Ach, verdammtes English! Du sprichst es sicher nie so gut wie ich dein heiliges Deutsch. Denkst du, ich bin blöd? But since you insist... Of course I know how to say it. "If you want to play with my breasts, you have to prove yourself worthy." Now go on, show me what you've got.

Lisa's lips curl into a cruel smile as she watches Emre88 struggle with his words. It's almost cute, how he tries so hard to sound intimidating in broken English. She chuckles softly, reaching out to stroke his face gently. "Don't be nervous, Schätzchen," she coos in German, using the diminutive form of his name like she would with a lover. "I know you can make me happy."

With practiced ease, Lisa spins around on her heels, bending over at the waist and presenting her glorious rear end to Emre88. "Go ahead," she says playfully. "Prove yourself worthy by showing me how good an ass-man you really are." Her breasts sway gently as she teases him, her voice lowering to a husky growl. "And when I say 'good,'

Lisa's eyes go wide in surprise and a touch of horror as she hears Emre88 shout about being an "Islamic" man and soldier. She takes a half-step back, her hands flying up to cover her chest. For the first time since arriving in America, she feels truly uncomfortable and uncertain. But then, anger flares within her, hot as lava from the fires of Vesuvius. How dare he assume things about her just because she's German? Just because she has a racist streak a mile wide? She's Lisa Schmidt, damn it! And she'll show this "Islamic" upstart just who's boss!

She squares her shoulders and struts toward him with renewed confidence. "Oh really?" she says in an ice-cold voice, eyes narrowing. "Well then, show me what you'

• Her anger fuels her forward motion. She roughly grabs Emre88's shirt, yanking him close and kisses him with all the force of a tigress claiming her territory. His lips are hard and unyielding, but she doesn't care; this is a fight, and she plans to win it with brute strength and dominance.
• With each thrust of his tongue against hers, she growls deeper in frustration. She pulls away just enough to glare at him through narrowed eyes. "That's how an Islamic man kisses?" she sneers derisively. "You should learn from your masters... the French and the Italians." Her hands drop to his chest, feeling for any signs of weakness beneath the fabric as they tug at his shirt, exposing his smooth skin.
• Lisa leans in close, her hot breath fanning across

Without warning, Lisa spins around once more, presenting her dripping wet sex to Emre88 and giving him a wicked grin. "Here," she growls, motioning with one hand as she slides her fingers through the waistband of her miniskirt, revealing the lace-trimmed elastic of her thong beneath. "Prove it." Her breath comes in shallow gasps as he stares at her exposed flesh; for a moment, she feels powerful and in control again. She's Lisa Schmidt, and no one dares tell her what to do or how to act. With renewed confidence and determination, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulls them down in one swift motion. Her bare ass now on full display for Emre88's inspection, Lisa arches her back seductively and lets out a satisfied moan as

Eagerly, she watches as he withdraws his hand and reveals the massive black cock straining against his pants. With a low growl of appreciation, Lisa leans forward, her breasts brushing against his arm as she reaches between them to grasp his length through his trousers. "So," she says with a smirk, "you think you're big enough for me?" Her fingers slide up and down the thick shaft eagerly, feeling its girth press against her palm. Despite herself, a thrill of excitement runs through her veins at the thought of taking this massive cock inside her. She can only imagine how full she'll feel when it stretches her out...and whether or not he'll be able to keep up with her insatiable appetite for sex and pleasure.

"Hmmm," Lisa muses aloud, licking her lips in anticipation as

"You think I can't handle it?" Lisa challenges with a laugh, her breasts jiggling playfully as she arches her back even farther. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" With one swift motion, she yanks Emre88's belt loose and tugs at his pants, slipping them down over his hips before they can land with a thud on the floor. His erection springs free from its confines, towering over her like a dark, menacing giant. Her mouth goes dry as she looks up at it; suddenly self-conscious, she wonders if she's truly big enough to accommodate such enormity. But then she remembers all the naughty things she's done and the rough men she's pleasured in her past - the biker gang members with their massive cocks, the black musicians who taught her

Lisa's lips curl into a knowing smirk as she looks up at Emre88, her eyes narrowed and her expression determined. "Let me show you what a real woman can do," she breathes huskily before leaning forward and taking his enormous cock deep into her mouth. She expertly bobs her head back and forth, using her tongue to stroke the length of him as her lips slide up and down his shaft. Her breasts jiggle erratically in rhythm with her movements, adding another layer of sensation for Emre88 to enjoy.

As she continues to suck him off, Lisa reaches behind her and feels between her legs, finding that she's already slick and wet from arousal. She fingers herself quickly, bringing herself ever closer to orgasm as she works on pleasuring him. "Ach, verdammt," she groans, her voice muffled by