No, no she does not

You holster one of your water guns and spin Licorice around, pushing her up against the side of the warehouse. She grunts as you flip up her skirt, her hands and face pressed against the cool metal siding while you palm and squeeze her ass. She doesn't have a voluptuous booty like Sprinkles, an ass you can sink your fingers into, but it's firm and it's tight.

"For such a mean bitch, you've got a pretty nice ass, Licorice," you say, leaning your arm against the back of her neck to whisper into her ear. "'Course, I guess you'd get a lot of exercise, running from the cops all the time, huh?" you chuckle and smack her ass hard, a pistol-crack resounding in the still night.

She flinches, her hips shifting against you, and growls, "I'll never tell you nothing, cabron. Eat shit, motherfucker!"

"Aww, don't be like that," you murmur, gently kissing her shoulder. You slowly move your way up to her neck, dotting her skin with soft kisses as her breathing gets harsher. She shifts, a soft, frustrated moan escaping her lips. You smile against her throat, and then bite her quickly, eliciting a yelp.

"Ai! Motherfucker!"

You line your cock up with her tight ass, pressing the head gently against her puckering sphincter. She writhes, trying get away from you, but you grip her waist and **** her back into position.

"Last chance, bitch," you murmur, teasing her ass with your dick. "Tell me about the facefuckings, and this all goes away."

She grits her teeth, breathing hard through her nose, and snaps, "Fuck you!"

"You got it."

You drive your hips forward, slamming against her roughly. Your shaft slides against her backside, her hole refusing to yield, and you grunt in frustration as you reach down to steady yourself.

"Let me in, you whore," you mutter, crushing your cock against the entrance of her tight ass. Her only response is a mewling whimper, her hands clenching as you begin to dig into her.

It's slow going at first; you have to fight for every ass-breaking inch, sweat beading on your forehead in the cool night air. But soon your shaft is half-buried in the Latina fucktoy, every little jerk of your hips eliciting a breathless gasp from your prey. You pause and reset your stance, anchoring yourself as you slowly withdraw your dick until just the head remains. You glance at Licorice's face, her eyes shut, her brow furrowed, wincing with your every movement.

You give a feral grin, and lunge forward, smashing your hips into hers.

Licorice's eyes snap open and she tries to push off from the wall, her mouth open in a choked wail. But you simply grab one of her arms and pull it back, throwing her off balance as she stumbles forward and just barely manages to get her other arm up before she smacks her face on the wall. You laugh and set up a punishing rhythm, intent on making this bitch feel it.

""Oh, Sissy..."

Oh yeah, Sprinkles!

You glance over, hips still in hyper-drive, and see your little ball of fun kneeling, knees spread wide, staring at the scene before her with horrified fascination. One hand is gripping her skirt, the other is slowly kneading a breast, squeezing the fat mound with absent relish. Coupled with the whorish streaks of makeup marking her face, you can't decide whether she wants you to stop, or go harder on her "sister."

She looks up at you, and flushes, dropping her hand from her chest.

"Y-you're being too mean!" she complains in a quavering voice, her own hips slowly grinding in the air.

You smirk and drop Licorice's arm contemptuously, slowing your pace.

"You think so, Sprinkles? Well, I guess I can try it nice and gentle..."

You grab Licorice's dark ponytail and pull back, arching her deliciously. You stare at her face for a moment, drinking in her features, admiring the partially wrecked look you've fucked into her body as she tries to cope with what you're doing to her. Then you lean in and press your lips to hers, kissing her hungrily. She moans into your mouth, and writhes against you, weakly reaching a hand up to try and push you away. But you stab your cock into her, once, twice, thrice, attacking her with your spear. The bitch grunts with each thrust, whimpering against your lips. She finally gets the message and stops struggling, letting her hands drop in defeat.

Satisfied, you break off the kiss and **** her back against the wall, pressing your hand between your shoulders as you pick up a blistering pace again.

"See, Sprinkles? This bitch likes it mean!"

You lean in again, your voice a growl.

"Of course, I wouldn't have to be so mean if one of you'd just tell me what I want to fucking know."