She sweeps lyra off her feet

Lyra kept hauling on the black Victoria’s Secret panties, putting her full weight into the pull, but the stretchy fabric refused to tear. It only dug deeper, the elastic holding firm no matter how hard she yanked. Frustrated and grinning wider, she released the waistband just long enough to bark an order.

“On your feet. Now.”

Bayley, still gasping from the brutal wedgie, had little choice. She pushed herself up onto shaky legs, the black strip of panties still riding high out of her tights, the fabric buried deep between her cheeks. The second she was standing, Lyra scrambled up onto the hood of the car for higher ground. From there she leaned over, both hands clamping onto the elevated waistband of Bayley’s panties once more.

This time the angle was perfect.

Lyra planted her feet on the metal and heaved upward with everything she had. The black Victoria’s Secret material shot higher, lifting Bayley onto her tiptoes as the wedgie tightened to an almost unbearable degree.

The crotch of the panties vanished completely between her legs, the thin fabric stretching into a taut, painful line that split her open from front to back. A sharp, burning pressure bloomed deep in the cleft of her ass and along her most sensitive folds; every breath made the elastic dig further, the material rubbing and cutting with each tiny shift of her weight.

Her tights were pulled tight around her hips, the full, round shape of her ass forced even more prominently on display as the panties climbed higher up her back, several long inches of black fabric now visible above the waistband.

Bayley cried out, rising involuntarily onto the balls of her feet, hands flying back in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure. The stretchy Victoria’s Secret material refused to give, turning the standing wedgie into pure, humiliating torment under the backlot lights.

Lyra laughed that broken, delighted laugh from atop the car, enjoying every second of the Role Model balanced on her toes.

Bayley endured it only long enough to find her balance.

With a sudden, explosive twist she swept one leg hard behind Lyra’s ankles. Lyra’s feet left the hood. She toppled forward with a startled yelp and crashed face-first onto the metal, the impact rocking the entire car. The grip on Bayley’s panties finally broke.

Bayley dropped flat onto her feet with a pained hiss, both hands immediately shooting back to claw at the deeply embedded black fabric. She yanked and tugged, trying to dig the Victoria’s Secret panties out of the brutal wedgie while Lyra groaned and tried to push herself up off the hood.