Sally's got too much of an advantage

Sally clenched her teeth and tried to ignore the pain in her ribs. She could see Ann's legs squeezing tighter, her quads flexing and the snake tattoo on Ann's right leg rippling, but she wasn't about to give this kid the satisfaction of knowing that she was hurting her, or even turning her on a little bit. She suddenly stood straight up and turned around, easily breaking out of Ann's scissor hold. The next thing she did was grab Ann by the ankles, yank them up in the air and then push them down until Ann's knees were over her shoulders. Sally quickly sat on the back of Ann's calves, trapping the goth girl and bending her almost in half.

"You think wearing black, having tattoos and saying naughty words makes you bad? Stupid cunt. " Sally reached behind her and grabbed the waist of Anne's tiny black vinyl shorts, completely exposing her dripping pussy. "It's fucking EXPERIENCE that makes you bad!"

When she said 'experience', Sally plunged four fingers into Ann's cunt. She hammered them in and out, curving them so they raked across Ann's G-spot with every stroke. Her thumb pressed down on Anne's clit. Her other hand she pressed over Ann's face, pinching her nose shut with 2 fingers and covering her mouth with her palm.

No one heard Ann's scream of both bliss and fury, but they could all see as her hips and legs trembled. She nearly unseated the older black woman, but Sally clamped her own thighs tight around Ann's legs and head and stayed in place.

Sally had no mercy.

"Where's the bad girl now? Where's the rebel?" Her right hand kept up its **** on Ann's pussy and clit. Ann thrashed about, unable to either stop Sally's erotic **** or breathe.

Finally, as Ann's struggles faded and her eyes rolled back, Sally stood up. Ann gasped for breath, on the verge of a second orgasm and too tired to fight back... or so Sally assumed, looking at her.