Painful Belly MP4
CLIP REQUEST
Clothing: White blouse that accentuates cleavage, black skirt, black jacket, black sheer stockings, classic black pointed-toe pumps.
Plot: You are my boss, and we share an office. You are sitting directly in front of me at your desk—and experiencing terrible stomach pains and cramps. Because you are a powerful, domineering woman who refuses to show any sign of weakness, you try your best to hide your agony from me. You squirm, fidget, slide, twist, and bend in your chair without me noticing. You rub and clutch your stomach, wrap your arms around it and rock back and forth. You grunt softly, groan and whine. You hold your breath and wince in pain. You move your legs nervously and curl your toes in your shoes. (A little casual shoe play would be great.) You're in complete despair, the cramps are unbearable and getting worse with every second. If you could, you'd curl up in a ball on the floor and moan loudly in pain, but you don't want me to see you like that. You discreetly unbutton your blouse and skirt, rubbing your swollen belly. After a while, you button it back up. Finally, you just can't take it anymore. You get up and kneel in your office chair, curled up and still clutching your stomach. Then you stand up, hug your aching stomach, bend over, groan, and walk to the couch. You kneel face down, buttocks up, arms still wrapped around you, groaning into the pillows and kicking off your shoes. (Your soles and buttocks should be facing me.)