Blonde and busty Manchester escort Natasha just loves to dress up – she’s so kinky it’s practically criminal...
“Goddammit!" Natasha seethed into my face. My brow crumpled and I looked down at the steel table. "If I have to ask you one more time, I swear that I'll have your ass hauled to jail where you belong!"
Natasha stalked round my chair, tall, black high heels clipping sharply on the concrete floor, handcuffs dangling from one finger as if to suggest that if I didn’t comply I’d be in those cuffs and at her mercy for sure.
"I didn't do it," I mumbled, chin on my chest, trying to supress the feeling of glee, knowing that every time I refused her request was a step closer to bliss. “I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.” I said.
"Of course you were," she chuckled evilly. "Just an innocent guy..."
She rounded on me, copper’s hat pulled low so that I could only just see those long-lashed blue eyes peeping out sexily underneath. God her boobs looked great in that white shirt. And that little checked neckerchief at the top of her heaving cleavage was the icing on the cake.
She bent down towards me. “Trouble is, I just don’t believe you sunshine.” Her hands rested on either arm of the chair, trapping me in. Her shirt, unbuttoned to her sternum, gaped open, giving me a full-on view of her ample bosom. I’m a sucker for a braless bird in a white shirt, especially when they come packaged like Natasha, and I could see the swell of those firm, creamy breasts through the thin cotton fabric as she stood up and started to roll up her sleeves in that slow, sensual way of hers.
“I can see that I’m going to have to get a confession out of you by more... physical... means...” she whispered menacingly.
My crotch swelled instantly in response, the bulge evident. My brow started to perspire at the thought of what was coming next. Seeing my reaction, Natasha smirked and lifted one foot up to my crotch, giving me an unhindered view of her slender leg encased in a black lace-top hold up stocking under her tight black skirt. I could only just see the black lace of the sexy little Brazilian cut panties that I had bought her for our last liaison, and felt a thrill that she’d remembered to wear them.
“It looks like I’ll have to handcuff you”, she said, flicking open the cuffs expertly and slipping one of the manacles around my wrist, before pulling the other wrist around the back of the chair painfully and securing that one too. Now I really was a stuck pig. I couldn’t have been happier about it either.
Happy that I was held fast, she smiled seductively at me under her WPC hat and straddled my lap, rubbing her crotch against my painfully swollen member. Slowly, leisurely, she started to play with the remaining buttons on the shirt, making me fantasise about that gloriously juicy cleavage with its soft, velvet skin and hardened nipples. God she was gorgeous – firm, ripe and just begging to be touched. Shame I was pinned...
“I know just what to do with bad boys” Natasha whispered, her lips brushing my ear in the most provocative way. She began to gyrate her hips over mine, skirt riding high over her stocking tops, and those lace panties causing a dangerous friction. The sight of her straddled over me, the exquisite sensation of her thighs undulating on mine, her long blonde hair caressing the globes of her peachy breasts was too much even without her laying a finger on my bare skin. I smiled, knowing that my night with WPC Natasha was only just beginning. This was going to be one very hot date...
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