no ma'am

Rochelle shoved at her, but Angel stuck to defense and held her ground. She twisted and **** Rochelle to the mat on her belly, landing on her back and wrapping her chain around her neck to trap her.
“Heard you like being on a leash sometimes,” Angel cooed in her ear. “But who doesn’t?”
Melissa stuck her foot down between her legs, tickling at her pussy with her toes as she placed her hips behind Rochelle’s thick ass. She began thrusting hard against it, making Rochelle moan and grunt. “Seems like it’s not so much the penetration as the ownership it implies that you enjoy,” Angel said sweetly, running a free hand down Rochelle’s back and teasing it with her nails.