Contains: XXX, asphyxiation, bagging, suffocation, gaping mouth, gasping, struggle, Kassandra, a young red-headed yoga instructor, is lead onto an expansive rooftop balcony by Gasper Johnson. They share the view for a moment and he expresses his desire to regain the lost flexibility in his legs. They lay out their mats in the bright Las Vegas noon sun while he sheepishly admits his ignorance with this brand new yoga mat he has pulled out of a fresh plastic bag. As she bends over her loose top slips, showing her perky boobs in one pose and her animal print tights hug her legs and ass in the next pose. Soon she suggests they sit to work on Gasper’s tight groin muscles. She casually shows where on the inside of his thighs he should be feeling the stretch, but then her hands linger and dance about. Her graceful fingers brushing gently across his crotch before squeezing the other side of his thigh. “How is that feeling?” She asks innocently. Gasper, a bit caught off guard, replies matter of factly as possible “Some parts are getting looser and some parts are getting tighter!” She admits to being skilled at massage, should he desire more rubbing, meanwhile she deftly rubs her hands back and forth along the obvious budge that has appeared in Gasper’s loose nylon shorts. She moves ever closer and soon their lips meet. Kisses lead to licking, sucking and bitting of her erect nipples. She lays down on the mat to reveal her purple lacy panties. Rather glamorous for yoga! Gasper teases this sly sexpot by rubbing and kissing her thighs before moving to her clit. As he probes and prods Kassandra she becomes visibly more wet. She grabs his head and pulls him in for a kiss so that she can taste her cunt on his lips. A moment later he starts to pull away but she grabs him again for more! Urning to try Gasper’s johnson, she stands him up on and pulls out his hard cock. She luxuriously begins kissing and lapping and caressing and sucking him with the Las Vegas Strip gleaming in the background. Her hunger coaxes more and more of him into her mouth and he is happy to oblige her in driving his rod down her throat. She gags and pulls his cock out, a sly smile and a long line of spit and pre-cum dribbling down her chin and onto her body and also his new Yoga mat. Oh well, I guess there’s no returning that to the store now. Gasper guides her down off his dick and Kassandra gets on all fours. Gasper starts to spank her young, lily-white flesh causing a series of yelps and moans of pleasure. She rubs herself with anticipation and looks back upon him excitedly. The not-so-innocent redhead desires a more through stretch! Upon entering her Kassandra bounces her ass back into Gasper in order to get more cock. He takes a handful of her hear and guides her body forward and back to an increasing rhythm. The scattered clouds across the Nevada blue sky are the only witnesses to these two hot bodies slapping into each other, doggie-style. Her squeals and yelps of joy and surprise punctuate the serenity of the balcony as he twists and contorts her flexible body. Kassandra’s legs are high in the air in one moment, and then her entire body is raised into the air to meet Gasper’s hungry mouth. Her head left is left dangling inches above the terrace gasping in sweet torment. Once again she is laid on her back as he takers her missionary style. Grinding and thrusting madly, he finishes her off to a torrent of screams of pleasure. Whew! Alas, the tranquility of the moment doesn’t last as Kassandra says that they have done enough yoga and requests 10-times their agreed workout price. “We didn’t agree to having sex,” she said matter of factly. Gasper is beside himself in disbelief, “My bank account is not like my body, you can’t just expect it to stretch like that!” Just then Kassandra reveals her ulterior motive, “Uh, yeah I can. And if you don’t pay me what I want I’ll tell everyone that you rapped me… your choice, whatever you prefer.” Gasper understands now that this was a setup from the beginning, his part time yoga instructor is a full time extortionist! She has his jazz all over her body and he sure left some visible marks on her legs, ass and throat. His mind races but he is starting to feel like a trapped animal. He stalls for time as he looks around and as luck would have it he finds the plastic bag he brought his yoga mat in! “What are you doing with that?” She asks impatiently as he fiddles with the plastic bag. “I don’t want any drugs; I want some fucking cash! Now.” “Uh, yeah, uh… just let me figure this out,” said Gasper as he makes his way behind her. “And hurry it up, I gotta go home and I ain’t got time for this shi…” She isn’t able to finish speaking her sentence as Gasper has quickly slipped the plastic bag over her head. She is immediately confused and begins to hyperventilate, using any of the available oxygen available in the bag. She begins to frail and lash out and manages to slap Gasper’s trademark pink glasses off his face. Yet he is undeterred. He holds the bag tight to Kassandra’s face and meanwhile places her in a a full nelson headlock. Her gasps sound more desperate than before as she is quickly running out of air. As Gasper continues to hold her down he lets her know,“These little bitches think they can extort money from me?!? Hell no.” After a bit more struggling and gasping she begins to slouch more and her attempts to save herself by reaching out become slower and weaker. From between her legs we can see her fire red cunt still pouting from its fresh pounding as the lips on her head push against the clear plastic bag that is preventing her from taking another breath. “You made me stretch 10 whole seconds!” Gasper barks down at her. Incredulous that she has done this when he only wanted to heal his body, but now to avoid being persecuted for a phony rape charge he is going to have to kill this young girl. He lets her know the gravity of her mistake “You try to take a thousand dollars from me? I’ll take your life!” Her eyes budge from being denied oxygen for so long. Laying on her back, once again for the last time in her life she tries to eek out just a bit of air but is denied. Her body twitches as he continually yells at his would be accuser of sexual assualt to “Just work on your breathing! Work on your breathing! Work on your breathing! … You yoga teachers are all the same. ” He holds the bag still for another moment. He needs to make sure she wont wake up and run off to the cops. But it’s been a while since she moved. He stands, the plastic bag keeping a grip on his sweaty palm. He tries to shake it off but it holds tight. He yells in frustration. Now he is going to have to figure out a plan to deal with the body.”And my groin is still fucking tight! Ugh!”
