Glory Gal shuddered as she felt the cold knife trace a line down her latex bottoms, slicing open the material and giving the room and the camera a perfect view of her slowly moistening pussy. The cold feeling of the knife was sharp contrast to the hot, sudden slap that he had just delivered to her ass. It hadn't hurt. of course, but the shock at him having the nerve to do it and the knowledge that she couldn't stop him from doing it again was strangely turning her on. She supposed that wasn't too odd: after all, always being in control, the loss of it would naturally excite her.
She squirmed slightly and pretended to try to resist, something which triggered another sharp spank from the man holding her down, triggering a new flood of wetness to her vulnerable cunt. The sharp-eyed director didn't miss it, recording her reaction. Then, he signaled the man to spank her several more times: on the third spank, she moaned, and a drip of her pussy juices ran dow her latex covered thighs. The director chuckled. "Well, looks like we've got a painslut on our hands!" |