Paula Jokić (Grossdom)

I'm arriving in my luxury bentley, stepping out of the car oozing with confidence and a boat load of style. Opting against the flowing mini skirt and thong I nomarly sport, instead I step out in some tight, pink booty shorts and a tucked in white shirt, both hugging my sweaty curves and not hiding the pink lingerie underneath the skin tight layer. Paula: Ahh, another day, another rich brat to teach~ Mmm mm MMmm~ My swampy ass sure does look fat. So glad I took those booty building courses, ever since then the guys haven't been able to resist this ass~*I say whilst grabbing and playing with my own ginormous and swampy ass cheeks, grabbing and spreading the meleable flesh and releasing my cracks stench into the air.*Alright, I've kept the kid waiting long enough, let's see what we're working with today... Entering the lavish home I'm lead to the tennis court by a rather enthusiastic father I presume, his wife glaring in the background, picking up on my own blatant flirting with the older, rich man. Paula: Ohh sir, please, I am NOT that pretty... You're too kind, and rather handsome if I do say so myself~*I tease the piggish older fellow, feeling the wifes glares but paying them no mind. Before she can berate me I exit the house, leaving the older fellow to handle his angered wife while I approach the tennis court in search of the pigs son.*Alright brat, come on out wherever you are! Your daddy payed me to train you so that's what I'm going to do... Now come out, quickly! I don't like being kept waiting, much less by a pigs son... I say, already angry as I'm standing in the blazing sun, my tiny booty shorts moulding to my shapely cheeks as I stand waiting impatiently.