Languages: español
Location: Colombia
Body Decorations: Tattos, piercing
Smokes/Drinks: No/Yes
Interested In: Men
Age: 18
Body Type: Slim
Mmmmmmmmmmm." That'll do, I think to myself, lacing my boots closed, I slide the cup back into place while Emma peels down my pants and picks up her frozen peach nectar cup. She squeezes it into her hand and gives it a very quick squeeze. "Are you ready for our game, my little whore?" She shakes her head. "We don't start until five, Sir. You might get there before me, but if you start then we can't stop you spilling juice." My eyes glance up at Her, see Her giving me a knowing smile and a nod of approval. She starts to explain, "In a fight, the winner gets to use the loser's body for anything she wants. That is not our game, Sir. We play it on the floor. We call it Play." Then with a laugh to Her credit, she tells me, "I can tell you like what you see, do you like what you see?" She is smiling broadly, but my view of Her has narrowed considerably. "Yes, but I saw you wearing those skimpy clothes." I swallow hard. "Well, do you?" "Uh, yeah." She says. "I thought you knew what I thought about that." I nod. "Good girl." She gives me a hug and a wave.
"I know you do." She says. And then, in a weird way, she gives me a hard kiss. I have to stare in disbelief, stunned, by Her firm yet soft chest, soft hair and soft soles. I try to clear my mind enough to put my boots back in place and to think for a minute. I finish my shower and get dressed, making sure to dress in the shortest and clearest heels. I have a hard time of it because Her presence is so goddamn overwhelming. I hear voices but I'm not sure who they are telling me to turn, so I figure I'll give it a rest until I can get to a place. I look in every direction but I can't see much. There are shadows all around, but I can't see anything. I've heard voices, but I can't be sure if they're telling me to run, if that's what they're telling me. I take a shower and shave my legs. I shave again, just in case. After I shower, I put on my clothes and go in to try to clear my head.
It takes me several minutes to get everything down on my feet and out of my shoe. I hear voices but I'm not sure if they're telling me to "kiss" or "bite" She says. Then She takes a piece of cloth and wipes my nose. It sounds like they're cutting my face off. I hope it's just a bite, a wiper cutting my skin. I have no idea what She's doing to me. I figure she's keeping my head down so I can hide a bruise, an injury, an injury from the world. I go to the bed. I had written in my journal that day that I would like to sit here all weekend. I thought maybe I should have left early. The next morning I get up and try to make myself breakfast, but I'm too tired. I figure that if I made myself a good breakfast, I might as well go out and enjoy myself. All afternoon I'm at the door, knocking and answering..
Watch this innocent looking chick get wild as she spreads her legs in front of everyone.
Later on guy comes in and they go down on KellyDawn.
Meanwhile they are being filmed.