***This is a custom video. For your own, email Me!*** Custom Script: "You walk around the room, ensuring your boots’ heels click audibly. Then you eye me up and down; I’m wearing a black motorcycle helmet with a tinted visor, a black leather jacket all zipped up, black leather gloves, black leather jeans, and black leather knee-high boots with block heels. You laugh at me when you see my heels. You decide to humiliate me. But first, you lead me on. Hey, biker boy, I have a fetish for leather, and I like what I see. You look sexy in all that black leather. Why don’t you ride me? I’m much better than your motorcycle, I promise. I can also suck your dick. Would you like that biker boy? I say yes, then you laugh in my face, and you act like you are almost insulted. Like, I would never fuck a loser like you. Do you even know who I am? I’m Mistress Olivia Rose, and you are just a loser who thinks he is tough in his tight black leather clothes. Did you think I would fancy you because you are a biker and wear leather? Well, guess what, “Boy,” I hate bikers. Bikers are all insecure tiny boys who are compensating for something. I can’t see your face through your dark visor. And I don’t need to know that you are still a virgin. Am I right, biker boy? Are you still a virgin? I say yes, then you laugh at me. I knew it! I could tell from how you are acting and hiding behind your visor. Are you intimidated by me? Aww, poor biker boy. You, indeed, are just an insecure little virgin boy inside those black leather clothes of yours. You motion with your index finger for me to lift my visor. There. That’s better. Now listen up, “boy”. You do not deserve to wear leather. Leather should be reserved for hot goddesses like me. So, I’m going to have you take off all of your leather clothes, but first, I’m going to punish and humiliate you. You will obey me; I want you to follow my every command; is that clear, boy? Say yes, mistress Olivia! Good. Now, remove your helmet. Unzip your leather jacket for me. I unzip my leather jacket, and you see that I’m wearing a pink woman’s blouse underneath. You laugh in my face. Wow… First, the heels, and now a pink woman’s blouse? Is there something you want to tell me, virgin boy? You look me up and down again. Why don’t you show me, virgin boy? Show me your dick. Undo your leather jeans and pull them down. I undo my leather jeans and pull them down. And your boxers. Pull them down, too. You are compensating with your leathers and your motorcycle! Your dick is much smaller than the heels on your boots! You are going to wank that dick for me. And you will stroke precisely how I tell you to. I know it’s degrading to have a hot goddess like me tell you how to jerk off. But a loser like you needs guidance when it comes to sex. I mean, you are still a virgin, after all. You give me JOI; I’m stroking my dick while still wearing my black leather gloves. You tell me that it must feel good to feel my leather glove slide over my tiny dick. Then you tell me how you own me and that I’m a weak boy who shouldn’t wear leather. After like a minute, you tell me to remove my leather gloves; you want me to jerk my cock with my bare hands and give me some more JOI. You tell me that my leather jacket looks sexy and that you will take it for yourself and add it to your collection. Then you tell me that you like my boots and that my shoes make me look like a dominatrix, and you joke that you should be wearing them instead. You tell me to remove my boots and to give myself a heel job. You laugh at me as I give myself a heel job with my boots. After a while, you tell me to put my boots down, use my hands again, and stroke how you ask me to. After a while, you tell me to take my leather jacket off. You insult me while I wank for you. You tell me that I look vulnerable without my leather jacket and that I genuinely look like a virgin sissy in my pink woman’s blouse. I keep wanking until we almost reach 15 minutes, then you tell me that I’m no longer a biker, I’m just your slave, and that I’m no longer allowed to wear leather clothes, and that my motorcycle belongs to you now."