First he asks for a double custom clip where he’s teased by our feminine charms, humiliated by our words and worked up by a totally unfair countdown and afterward, we get a request to shoot another custom clip that’s not quite as nasty. Gracious as we are, this time there’s much more carrot, less stick, and a (only half as mean) countdown. Basically a jerk off instruction with a cumshot guarantee! Anyone who can’t cum at the sight of us -Madame Svea and me- even though we’re clad in gym leggings, vinyl / leather tops, boots and we’re wiggling our gorgeous asses and big tits in front of the camera, there’s something wrong with him. What’s in store for him next? Penalty time in a cock cage for losers or another custom clip of the usual harsher variety?