Vika is the carefree, pampered only step-daughter of a high ranking mobster in St. Petersburg. A Russian mafia princess in the most literal sense. She's never allowed to attend business meetings and phone conversations are always a hushed process but she's not totally oblivious to the goings on between her step-father and his associates. She is 21 and nosy, after all. Misfortune befalls her when a hired enters her city condo and springs an attack on her. Her demands are simple. Give her the exact location of their next meeting AND the password required to enter and any other pertinent infor...

Vika is the carefree, pampered only step-daughter of a high ranking mobster in St. Petersburg. A Russian mafia princess in the most literal sense. She's never allowed to attend business meetings and phone conversations are always a hushed process but she's not totally oblivious to the goings on between her step-father and his associates. She is 21 and nosy, after all. Misfortune befalls her when a hired enters her city condo and springs an attack on her. Her demands are simple. Give her the exact location of their next meeting AND the password required to enter and any other pertinent information. In an earnest display of innocence and terror, Vika tells her she knows nothing and she's wasting her time with her. She urges her to move on with her search. Whether her claim is true or she's nobly defending her step-father (and doing her best to avoid the harsh repercussions of snitching) the is getting nothing of value out of her and her next move is inevitable. Except this isn't like in the movies. If she's going to do this, she's going to drag it out nice and slowly, depriving Vika of her air with the use of her thick, muscular thighs and round ass, alternating between short bursts and torturous protracted squeezes. The last we hear of Vika is muffled protests from beneath sizable cheeks and then a heavy sigh of resignation as she seemingly sheds her mortal coil.