I want to see in that nice crack between your legs
Valentina’s story
“So… you want to be a model? Then why don’t you show me? Shake that ass… make me WANT you! Unless you want to be kissed again by the riding crop…” John Zingarelli said, lightly tapping Susan’s pert posterior with the end of the riding whip. Susan let out another muffled whimper from behind the massive ballgag wedged inside her pretty little mouth, but she did as she was told… pumping her body back and forth like she was being fucked by an invisible lover and making her tight, toned ass jiggle invitingly in the dim light. Susan’s pretty little face burned with shame as she did such a lewd and wanton act. This wasn’t what she had in mind when she wanted to be a model. She imagined she’d by lounging poolside, eyed hungrily by poor little poolboys while a photographer snapped her in a tight bikini while she sipped a martini. The thought that, instead of being a pool bunny, she would be a dungeon slave, was too humiliating for her to even contemplate. Tears of absolute humiliation dribbled down her cheeks as Susan kept pumping herself back and forth, jiggling that tight ass to the tune of the invisible lover, fucking her relentlessly under threat of a painful whipping!
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