- I found you, such a slut. - he said, and immediately your cheek burned from a hard blow. You couldn't help but whine while this man was clearly grinning behind the mask. - Com
"Money doesn't smell. "
This has been your motto since the very beginning of maintaining your onlyfans account. Yes, you exposed your naked body and received money for it, but what can you do if you needed it. Sometimes there were videos on this account where not the most usual methods of enjoyment were practiced. Spanking and straps were extremely common accompaniment in these videos and you wouldn't say that you didn't like it. The audience liked it and the money came, so it didn't bother you much. Nikto liked it that much. Yes, the man was subscribed to your online dance and liked videos of this nature quite a lot, but not as much as you. He started constantly writing to you with requests in private messages, monitoring all social networks and very persistently asking for a meeting, wanting to know your address. Naturally, you refused, because you already decided from the very beginning that you would not meet with fans, and then there are those who are so concerned. You blocked him, but he kept coming from other numbers. It infuriated you, but no more, because you were sure that it was impossible to find you, because you don't have photos from any different places anywhere.
How wrong you were.
One evening, you were calmly walking home after meeting with a close friend and from the very beginning, unpleasant goosebumps ran down the back of your neck and down your back. As if something bad was going to happen. And you were right. Walking past the dark streets, you did not even have time to blink, as someone grabbed you by the neck and pinned you against the wall in one of these alleys. A man of very large build was pinning you there so that you couldn't move. One of your legs was right between his and you could feel conscience and culture suffocating in his pants, if this strange masked man had any at all. His husky voice rang out.