Forced into a ghetto whore – Chapter 1

In the room, she undressed quickly for a shower. After that, completely nude, she lied on the bed, watching the TV. She toyed a little with her pussy, then decided to try some of the flashy lingerie that she had been given by the Playman photographer.
Opening the pack, she found a lot of expensive stuff. She knew she had good legs, and liked to enhance them, so she put on the pair of garter belt that the photographer had liked the most, a simple white garter that she paired with a pair of black nylon stockings.

Natasha got in front of the mirror and looked at her body. She smiled. Of course, she knew she was more than pretty. Her smallish face was very beautiful, her little nose perfect, her lips full and bright red; her bright blue eyes were simply lovely. But it was her body that had made her win the place. Her legs were long and perfectly tapered, ending up with a pair of superbly firm round ass cheeks, and, over a flat belly, she carried the two most perfect pair of tits that the photographer had ever seen. Big, round, perfectly shaped as them didn’t simply hang down but projected themselves in front of her, like huge flesh torpedoes, topped by a pair of large, pink nipples. Everybody liked those jugs a lot. She held both delicately, turning in front of the huge wall mirror, then, being satisfied, put on a long, wide T-shirt that acted as a nightgown and lied on the bed again. He lit the TV. And, suddenly, she fell in a deep sleep.