Ann escapes

Ann struggles for the keys that the referee left behind as she can hear Dolly going under the ring for sex toys in the background.

Ann knew that if she didn't get out of these handcuffs before Dolly came back with whatever she was looking for, she might've as well tap out now as she is fucked.

Ann strains with all her might, as sweat starts to pour from her forehead until she is able to grab the keys.

"Shit!" Ann mutters as the first key doesn't fit into the lock. She starts to flipping through the key ring, "Which one which is it!"

It hardly takes a minute when Dolly yells, "A ha!"

She pulls out a eighteen inch black, strapon ignoring the referee as he already has to count to five on the ten count that would get Dolly disqualified if she doesn't come back into the ring soon.

"A cock for the asshole's asshole."

Dolly then looks up just in time as Ann jumps through the ropes and tackles her to the ground. Dolly bumps her head against the barrier as the crowd goes wild.

Both women lie on the ground as Ann has still one handcuff around her wrist. Dolly moans as she looks at the strapon lying not that far from her. She starts to crawls towards it as Ann starts to rise up.