Jordan Jagger

Jordan Jagger has come all the way from south-east London for a Twisted education at the hands of Chanta Rose. She’s stripped, tit-slapped, spanked and struck with a yard stick, and that’s only the first 5 minutes. Out comes the rope, and Jordan must balance on a cinder block while being caned, flogged and experiencing her first ever forced orgasm. Electro pads on her huge tits and a samurai buried deep in her cunt send Jordan into sensory overload before she is tied in doggy position and strapon fucked. Jordan may say she doesn’t lick ass but Chanta enters it into the lesson plan, determined to make an ass-eating whore out of this proper Brit before the end of detention.

First lay for the fake! This girlish Brit landed down to american porn terminal the queen of fakers. Faked studies, I presume, and fake announcer, for how can you truly read some papers led on your desktop through the himalayan ultimate barrier of such prominent boobs, I ask you? Fake lover or porn sub, unable to get real orgasms through cock single action, her pussy tighter than a vice throwing out energetically stranger bodies. Ah! Fortunately Mz Rose interferes to spank, slap, flog, cane and electrify this fake shell away (a huge one!). For there is a genuine alive mussel inside, able to scream and come, but it demands a real science from Chanta, after some tries and misses, to find the chink of the armor and have the mussel scream. A very clever and delightful shoot of training school, with two peaks : the orgasms in pain in the electricity scene ; and an historical “apax” in the end : Chanta LICKING THE ASSHOLE of a sub. Yes! Jordan will make a tremendous housewife later, I’m sure : never able to come from cock action, but coming shortly and endlessly with a vibrator. I hope she will take a polisher of floors as husband, if a woodpecker not available! Milking him after while licking his ass. One thing after the other… A shoot fresh and full of good mood with a true process of training and fine interviews (BTW I don’t like that much London accent), outclassing by far (n°275) the Jordan / Marcus London one (n°277) at F&B. Anybody is not Chanta.

– regisjean