Avvikande dans

Ami pirouettes and prances about in her pointy shoes and tutu. She stretches her long and limber legs, beckoning her partner, Tony, to come and hold her in position. But fondling her legs and sliding his hands over the smooth nylon of her hose makes him care less about ballet and more about having his way with her. Using the bar for balance and support, Ami gives him all of her: her feet, her mouth and her dripping gash.