Everything about Extreme Electra is designed to drive any man crazy with desire. Her vibrant pink underwear, her dirty blonde hair, golden skin, massive mammaries, make her the perfect lap dancer.

She starts giving her john a sensual dance. She sits on his lap to increase the level of intimacy between them. The only barrier between them and full-on carnal relations are the layers of clothing they still possess.

He mistakes this as an invitation to touch her.

A strict no-no.

“Why are you touching me all over right no...

Everything about Extreme Electra is designed to drive any man crazy with desire. Her vibrant pink underwear, her dirty blonde hair, golden skin, massive mammaries, make her the perfect lap dancer.

She starts giving her john a sensual dance. She sits on his lap to increase the level of intimacy between them. The only barrier between them and full-on carnal relations are the layers of clothing they still possess.

He mistakes this as an invitation to touch her.

A strict no-no.

“Why are you touching me all over right now?” she asked, irked by his uninvited advances. She doesn’t wait for an answer. She puts his head between her legs and proceeds to clamp down on him. His head is trapped in a vise, about to explode.

“Do I look like a call girl to you? I was giving you a dance!”

She increases the pressure. She lets him go for a moment and then slaps him.

Repeatedly.

“How does that feel? Now you know how it feels to be touched when you don’t want to be touched!”

From that moment on, Extreme Electra becomes the Queen of Extreme placing this fool in various positions of discomfort.

For a very long half hour he receives punches, kicks, and various chokes.

“You better not say anything to anyone, or I’ll come back and kick your ass”

A threat she has obviously demonstrated she is quite capable of carrying out.