We shoot our videos in the northeastern corner of the country, the northeast corridor if you will, and the weather often sucks around here. It ain't our fault, that's just the way it is. That is not how this hooty tooty enhanced hootered diva sees it however. Bitch, bitch, bitch and bitch some more; it's raining, her hair got wet, she stepped in a puddle, on and on. Once inside she doesn't miss a beat "We're shooting in here?", "I'm used to shooting in much nicer places." "Clean those wires off the floor" and so on.

You know the type; spoiled, shallow, self-centered, accustomed to being treated to top shelf quality in everything and all on the power of her looks. We would have found her act easier to tolerate if while the cameras were rolling she gave it an occasional rest and performed like the "professional" she kept reminding us she was. Instead, she deliberately gives us a lame performance with some of the most wooden posing you'll see this side of a dime store mannequin.

It would seem that Shauna who is unquestionably a strikingly beautiful young woman feels insufficiently motivated to do any serious modeling work today... and she's making sure that we know it.

Conversely, our man is with each passing moment finding himself getting more and more motivated to do some very serious work... whaling the tar outta this insipid bitch! But of course when it comes to spanking the exquisitely contoured bare bottoms of empty-headed bimbos such as Shauna he never did need much in the way of added motivation.

Unable to bear watching another second of her wooden performance he calmly walks across the room grabs a hold of her ear and without so much as a single word drags the startled beauty over to his seat whereupon she is roughly pulled across his lap.

It's time for somebody to do some work today. Shauna who by now is sputtering on about lawyers and lawsuits is abruptly cut off when he brings the flat of hand down hard, delivering a decisive whack precisely where it'll do the most good. Instantly the bimbo's eyes shoot wide open as she jackknifes up, kicking out her heels in reaction while simultaneously letting loose with an ear splitting squeal

Our man pays no heed to any of that and instead focuses on the sight of his hard swung hand indenting her alluring ass cheeks, flattening those insolent mounds, and generating a rebound that sends them quivering like a wobbly bowl of Jell-O. YES!

This bitch might be a lousy model but she's got an ass with sass! For the next fifteen minutes that same hand will rise and fall, happily spanking the lazy bitch, whomping her bouncy bottom with joyful enthusiasm, while she kicks up her heels squealing, yelping, pleading and finally bawling like a baby. No question about it, our man is a veeery motivated worker.

This sweetie hails from Detroit and calls herself 'The Motor City Doll' and what a doll she is! Who said grown men don't like to play with dolls? Yee-haw! this babe is hot, hot, HOT!! Like Tangerine Dream in Volume 14, Kelley Jean is a much in demand feature dancer. That's right, this hot little number has shaken those not so little ta-ta's of hers in most of the same gentleman's clubs Tangerine has and no doubt with equal success.

We of course used the same bait to snare Kelley Jean that we used on her predecessor. Yup, the old 'we make Red Hot lap dancing videos' spiel and she greedily sucked it right up, all of it, and <ahem> swallowed every drop. Once the cameras start rolling Kelley Jean treats us to a truly dazzling strip-tease routine. This lil' cock-teaser knows all the moves and executes them with flawless precision for us.

Next she jumps onto our man's lap and demonstrates her lap-dance technique. Whoo-wee! The way this babe grinds on a man's crotch is downright combustible, but then lighting men's fires is what this babe is all about.



Today too she will succeed in igniting a roaring hot inferno with sportive ease but this fire promises to be special. Clearly affected by the tarts sensuous grinding our man suddenly places both his hands around her narrow waist and lifts her straight up into the air... and without a moment to spare, if you get our drift. He holds her there for a moment, until he regains his composure, then swings her to his left and plops her facedown down over his lap. "What are you doing!?" she squeals more amused than alarmed.

He lightly pats her tantalizingly proffered rump noting its springy firmness with approval. The first hard slap lands with a loud satisfying report. Kelley Jean's superbly toned body stiffens instantly; buttocks tighten down, fists clench into tight balls and teeth grind as she seeks to steel herself against this unexpected assault.

Now she knows what he's doing! His hand rebounds off her hardened bottom with another crisp slap and then another. He settles into a steady rhythm smacking her tightly clenched buns as she howls her outrage, twisting, screeching, kicking up her heels frantically Kelley Jean's Red Hot lap dance is off to a veeery promising start indeed.

After about six or seven minutes of ferocious non-stop ass slapping, her struggling begins to subside. High-pitched yelps and squeals give way to quiet sobs and then to free flowing tears; her movements reduced to the sudden jerk upward of head, shoulders, and silicone inflated breasts as each pitiless slap finds its mark.

ley Jean's lap dancing is outwardly less animated, but our man seems not to notice for all he sees are two crimson wobbling mounds of butt flesh still dancing maddeningly under his frenzied slaps. This lap dance is far from over!

1.05 Kb Kelly Jean Sample Clip

Once again, we have ourselves another model with an attitude, a very, very, bad attitude. Already a legend in her own mind this one arrives with a major league size chip on her shoulder. If our last wench Kelley Jean was a living doll, Elle is an interactive toy.

Elle however ain't your usual boy toy not by any stretch of the imagination... but then, our man ain't your usual boy either. One long look at this disagreeable bitch and he knows everything he needs to know. You might say that he can read the operating instructions as it were.

You see, while Elle is unquestionably as haughty, arrogant, and acid tongued as they come she also has an absolutely superb ass... need we say more? Sure enough, five minutes after her arrival Elle starts giving us some major lip and our boy is ready.

Whistling cheerfully, he wastes no time in scooping up and properly positioning the protesting baggage across his lap. Placing his left hand firmly on the small of her back he then uses his right to lightly squeeze the satiny smoothness of her thong framed butt cheeks noting the excellent quality thereof. "Let me the hell up you fucking pervert!!" yells Elle, he ignores the interruption and continues his inspection.

This is indeed a veeery fine bottom, full round and perfectly contoured, pliant, yielding and soft, yet deeply firm. He lightly taps each of her glutinous mounds and observes the way they wobble in a most delightful manner. "Get your filthy hands off my ass mother fucker!!" Damn.

She sure is a noisy thing isn't she? Well as advertised this bitch needs some tuning up. He presses down more firmly on her lower back then hauls back and swings his free hand down hard catching her solidly, right across the twin domes.

Elle's body straightens and jerks convulsively. Now he begins chastising her in earnest, ignoring her colorful language he savors the bouncy resiliency of those solid, meaty mounds.

This boy is having fun, fun, fun! He concentrates on the center of the mounds, the tops, the bottoms, walloping her ass in a methodical rhythm that soon has the wench kicking up her heels and squirming wildly. At one point Elle manages to somehow pull herself partway off his lap, then planting a foot on the floor she succeeds in swinging her throbbing ass out, precious inches beyond the reach of its tormenter

The relief is unspeakable! It's all for naught however, the grinning hobbyist simply hooks his right arm under her waist, lifts and plops her right back down where she was.

Elle responds with a long plaintive almost animal like wail of abject misery. Now, those impudent mounds of angry red ass flesh are made to resume their delightful jiggling and bouncing under a vicious rain of well-aimed smacks. Our boy, happy as a pig in shit, ain't even warmed up yet. Yee-haw!!!

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