Xenia Onatopp

Sitting there, stroking a white cat, is the Russian beauty Xenia Onatopp, dressed in black lingerie. She stands up, the cat jumping away, and strides towards you.

You look up at her, the smile on her face, as she moves in on you, kissing you, biting your lip, and then you feel her thighs wrapping around your body, getting you in a scissorhold, her athletic thighs pressing down on your ribs. She laughs hysterically, increasing her pressure, as you struggle ineffectually, your cries of pain drowned out by her cries of orgasm.