โYou spent weeks crying on your couch, while I took the profession by storm. Now, you owe me a debt, and you better believe itโll be paid. Speaking of your ass, youโd like that, wouldnโt you?โ
โAt my worst, youโre not half of what it takes to beat me. Iโll tell you what, if you take the beating youโre deserved like a good sport, Iโll let you kiss the belt. Itโs been needing a good shining.โ
โYouโll have to excuse my French, you slimy little weasel, but my only bitch here is you, and Iโll be sure to put you in your place, by burying you at the bottom of the division.โ
โWhile youโve been away, terrified to step into the square, Iโve been knockinโ every wall down thatโs come along. When youโre in the manโs sights, what you ๐๐ค๐ฃโ๐ฉ want to be is a wall, @bIckgrImgc.โ
@StillHerHouse Clutching the pale womanโs shoulders, Becky held her in place, keeping Paige steady for the onslaught of harsh thrusts. Time and time again, Beckyโs hips slammed against the pillowly flesh of her ass. As if struck by a hand, the rear wobbled forth.
@bIckgrImgc โ shaft, seemingly seeking to milk it of itโs contents. Through gritting teeth, a groan seeped through the space, the champion allowing herself to be overcome.
โOhโfuck! Sasha, ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ๐๐, faster! Really fuckinโ bounce on it.โ
@bIckgrImgc
๐๐ก๐๐ฉ, ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฉ, ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฉ.
Sashaโs hips repeatedly crashed against the power of her own, meeting the pace of each swift thrusting. As Beckyโs svelte fingers tips dug against sides of the womanโs hips, the drenched cunt engulfed the stiff of the broad โ
Donโt look now, but, Beckyโs ๐๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐ผ๐ผ๐ผ๐ผ๐๐น๐ inching a hand toward the stiffening apparentness of her crotch.
While covering it with said hand, sheโs also mumbling alongside a breath.
. . . ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ก๐.