Shoved roughly from behind, hands up in surrender, Kayla walks forward and stands against the wall. "Hey, stop shoving, I'm moving okay." She looks around to take in the room. "So where are we? Why did you bring me here? Oh...so this is where you fix up a loose end, huh? This is where it happens? Look, you don't need to do this...maybe we can work something out..." She pulls down her dress to reveal her cleavages and teases provocatively. "So you don't want to play, huh? Does that mean it's time for me to get on my knees so we can get this over with? Oh....so you want me to strip to my unde...

Shoved roughly from behind, hands up in surrender, Kayla walks forward and stands against the wall. "Hey, stop shoving, I'm moving okay." She looks around to take in the room. "So where are we? Why did you bring me here? Oh...so this is where you fix up a loose end, huh? This is where it happens? Look, you don't need to do this...maybe we can work something out..." She pulls down her dress to reveal her cleavages and teases provocatively. "So you don't want to play, huh? Does that mean it's time for me to get on my knees so we can get this over with? Oh....so you want me to strip to my underwear first. You bastard." Kayla slowly and deliberately slips down to her bra and underwear, leaving her boots on as well. "So what now, kneel and put my hands behind my back?" She lowers herself to her knees and folds her hands behind her back. She looks up, eyes open. "If you are going to do this, at least do it from the front. And hey, not in the head. I want to look good in the end. How about here...just above my breast." She glances down to indicate her upper chest. When she looks back up, one quick hit, and she falls backwards, arched with her legs still folded beneath her, the fabric of her underwear straining against her curves.