Kim

Kim grinded her ass and pussy all over Vicky’s face, cutting off any chance for air. “Look at it this way: I’m so hot that in this position, people might mistake my ass for your face, and it’d be an improvement!”

Kim went as far as taking out her mirror and brush to fix her hair as she smothered Vicky with her plump ass. Chichi had managed to slip loose, grabbing a chair from outside the ring and charging behind Kim. Kim suddenly turned around when she was in mid-swing, smashing her mirror into Chichi’s head and knocking her down, crying and holding her head.

“For such a conceited little runt, you sure don’t understand how mirrors work,” Kim laughed. She took the cheerleader by the hair, dragging her head onto her lap so that she could apply a sitting leg scissors to Chichi while still smothering Vicky. Both of her victims flailed and struggled as Kim still had her hands free to wave to her supposedly adoring crowd.