Nikita Casilda – Avenging Angel Gets Some Coastal Air: The Curious BeachComber Caper & a Hot Lady Torpedo!
Reclining on an oaken dining table, gorgeous lady spy Miss Casilda is speaking with another fucking snoop on her phone. She allows as to how she has entered the abandoned (out-of-season, we call it) resort and has found the correct holiday home. She’s going to have a little nose around, see what clues she can come up with, and – Oh, suddenly there is a masked man pointing a persuader at her. He gestures for the beauty to calmly hang up, presumably without alerting whoever is on the phone…
….Nikita makes her goodbyes and does as she is told. Humiliated at her swift capture, she is ordered to surrender and then shoved over the table and bound up and gagged. Mouth stuffing, rough binding, mega-facial wrapping – it’s ALL there. And you’ll love it. The feisty hostage wriggles her tight little backside against him as he continues binding her; then shoves her up against a door and leaves via the patio. If she so much as moves, she’ll hit the home ground hard! Enraged, the amazing hottie struggles nonetheless, trying to batter her way out we think. But that tape – holds fast!
When the crook, a Mr. James BeachComber, the one she has been hunting, returns, he sweeps the busty spy over his shoulders and transports her through to the next room, where he dumps her unceremoniously onto the floor. The lovely captive writhes around with much vigor, repeatedly trying to voice her disdain through her colossal gag. The results of THAT are exquisite. He leaves her to roll around the room, which she does incredibly, repeatedly swishing her catsuit-clad rump about and bending shape after shape as she mumbles into her stuffed-up gag. Oh, it’s good!
Later still and Mr. Beachcomber, who is planning yet another caper – this one an armed surfboard heist (she’ll let him explain how that works later when she isn’t quite so indisposed) brutally pig-lashes her with more tape. Bound rudely over a foot’s stool, the impressively parceled beauty, to him, resembles a sexy torpedo, and he says as much. Gagged and helpless, Nikita glares daggers at him as he mauls her about, spanking, groping, hair –pulling! All to humiliate the beautiful captive.
Left to struggle hog bound and extremely helpless, while BeachComber heads off for his heist, we’ll get our deck chairs out again and settle back for the rest of this ball-blistering show. Something tells us it’s gonna be a little bit spicier than Punch & Judy. Right, Nikita? Nikita?? Why are you looking at us like that? And what an EARTH are you trying to say there? Mwuhahahahahahaahah! If you think this is going to be hot, you are very on point. Nikita Rocks. Simple.
