In a luxurious, dimly lit room, the Russian mafia boss - a voluptuous woman - lounges on an opulent couch. She wears a silky robe, her bodyguard studs standing close by. The boss leans back, imperiously, beckoning them towards her. Body language speaks volumes as the studs slowly approach their boss.
The boss purrs, her voice seductive. "Time to let your real duties begin." She smirks, knowing they understand her intent. One by one, the studs undress her, their hands exploring her body. The boss moans softly in delight as they remove her robe, revealing her curves.
The atmosphere is electric as the three studs surround her, their hands moving over her skin, teasing and arousing her. She pants heavily, her eyes locked on their She pants heavily, her eyes locked on their hiding spot in the distance.
