Yes

Laura hurled the sneaker at Maria. It bounced off her back and ricocheted away from them. But Laura wasn’t through.

She returned to Maria’s feet and removed the other sneaker, letting it drop to the floor. Sensing danger, Maria started to kick her away, but Laura still had no trouble removing both of the grey ankle socks, leaving the Latina barefoot.

“Oh no, we’re not done yet.” Laura grabbed the other sneaker and planted her knee into the small of Maria’s back before she could even think about escaping.

Laura let loose with another slap from the sneaker, hitting the other ass cheek and eliciting another screech from Maria. She liked the sound it made against her enemy’s posterior. She liked it even more, knowing that this was also embarrassing her.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Better not upset mami.”

Laura laughed before wailing on the seat of Maria’s biker shorts with blow after blow. They came so fast that Maria couldn’t react to each one individually. Instead, it came out as one long scream.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Maria moaned. “No more.”

Laura **** Maria’s flailing hands away from her unprotected behind. “No more? You don’t get to decide.” She lifted the sneaker above her head and brought it down with as much **** as she could muster.

She heard Maria’s sharp intake of breath as she lost her grip on the sneaker, and it hit the floor. Satisfied, Laura got off Maria, who rolled off the other side of the table and rubbed her ass to put the fire out.