***CUSTOM CLIP REQUEST***

Riot is a professional h*t woman and has been hired to take out a high profile target. The mark is currently hiding out in a nondescript hotel across town hoping to evade detection. Dressed in an ordinary, yet sexy, outfit, she finds his room and knocks.

When the door opens she acts surprised. Feigning an injury to her ankle she apologizes for the disturbance admitting she stumbled just a bit and used the door handle to brace herself. She continues that she will be alright, just needing to take the weight off her ankle and rest it.

The mark volunteers his bed. She accepts as he helps her inside. Guiding her to the bedroom, he drops her off at the foot of the bed. She slowly and seductively crawls on all fours to the headboard before turning around and settling into the pillows against the headboard. She was sure to sway her hips very suggestively as she made her way across the bed. Looking back, she notices he is staring at her ample *ss.

Riot winces, sighs and grabs her ankle, snapping him out of his trance. Riot keeps up the ruse acting breathless and begins to unbutton her blouse a few buttons exposing her cleavage as she is leaned over rubbing her ankle.

Riot sighs and asks for help in massaging her injury. She moans and groans, almost orgasmically, as he works her ankle. As he does so, Riot playfully mentions that she noticed him staring at her *ss as she crawled onto the bed. He acts embarrassed he was discovered but Riot says there’s no need. She can appreciate a man who admires the female form as beautiful. He admits it goes a bit beyond fascination and more into an *ss fetish.

She drops her head, smiles slightly and looking through her eyebrows says, “Reeeaallly?” With that, she pushes the ice off of her ankle and gets up on all fours, hiking her dress up to her waist exposing her perfect *ss encased in silky pantyhose. His eyes widen to the size of dinner plates at the sight. “Go ahead,” she says, “worship my *ss!”

He is elated and reaches with both hands running them across her *ss, groping and feeling the mounds flesh. A few seconds and she instructs him to bury his face in her *ss. He is only too happy to comply, his face disappearing into her backside. She wiggles slightly back and forth grabbing the back of his head pushing his face further into her *ss.

She accommodates him a few seconds longer before pushing his head back. “I have an idea, k*nky boy,” she whispers, “I want to see how long you can hold your breath under my *ss.” She goes on to challenge him to hold his breath for 5 minutes. If he does, she will stay the night with him. She will give him only 3 chances to accomplish this task. He happily agrees as Riot instructs him to lay down on the bed, moves into position, lifting her skirt and sitting firmly, reversed, on his face.

She is disappointed that he struggles and taps after only a minute. She lifts up allowing him to gulp for air adding that he is going to have to do much better than that. He says he can as she lowers herself again firmly onto his face.

The same thing happens after only a minute. Riot again raises her hips so he can breath. “This is going to be a very short game if that is the best you can do, mister,” she chides. “Why don’t you take a couple deep breaths of my *ss before we try one last time?” As he breathes deeply, she tells him to take one last breath before she lowers down again, sitting firmly and trapping his head between her feet holding him in place.

After a minute, he begins to struggle slightly. After 2 minutes, he is progressively becoming more agitated until finally tapping. However, Riot does not get up. Instead, she settles in more, telling him that when she said for him to take his last breath, she meant his very last breath! She laughs and taunts him for being weak for *ss and for his kink clouding his judgement in agreeing to let a stranger put him in such a compromising position.

He struggles violently bucking and pulling trying to find relief as his oxygen levels quickly deplete. And then, his fighting becomes less and less until only a few twitches remain. Making sure she has done her job, she remains on top of him for a few more minutes.

Finally, she raises up and checks his pulse. Feeling nothing, she finds her heels and walks out of the room.

RIOT STARTER, PANTYHOSE, *SS WORSHIP, FOOT WORSHIP, *SS SM*THERING, FACE SITTING, LONG HAIR, SHORT SKIRT

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