loving

Vicky gave a whip crack to each of the slaves’ buttocks. “Give her a taste of what you gave me last night.” She winked at Diabla suggestively. “It was so nice that I barely tortured them at all afterward.”

The empty-eyed girls approached the luchadora intently, Diabla backing away into the ropes. They both lunged, but Diabla leaned into the ropes, slingshotting back and clotheslining them both. She had just knocked them down when Vicky appeared right behind them, throwing a punch right into Diabla’s lips.

“Thought you might get uppity. So don’t think I’m letting my guard down. Get up, you slime! I didn’t say you could lie down!!”

Kendra and Becky stood back up, shaking their heads before Kendra grabbed El Diabla by the hair and dragged her upright. She held her arms behind her back, with Becky crawling on all fours towards her like a cat.

Diabla shook her head and tried to break free. “Please! You two! You don’t have to do this!”
“The Mistress says so…” purred Kendra in her ear.
“And Mistress can never be wrong,” Becky added, getting to work stripping the Spanish wrestler. She struggled ineffectively, soon totally nude besides her mask.

“We’ll save that for a special occasion,” Vicky sneered. “Now pick up the pace, you two! That pussy ain’t getting any warmer!”

Becky quickly latched her mouth onto Diabla’s pussy, kissing and tonguing it like a lover’s mouth. She nibbled at Dibla’s clit, making her wail and moan. Kendra held her hands in place with one arm, using the other to finger her asshole. Diabla was paralyzed by the fucking she was receiving.